Desolate Soul

Someone is at your door now knocking
Seeking both to save and set you free
What you do to this visitor, shall be
The sum total in it's desolation
Refuse his help, there's no consolation
You might never feel the need to be save
Nor freedom or protection from the grave

Beware  less the stranger stops His knocking
Losing out on being saved or set free
What you do to this visitor, shall be
The sum total in it's desolation
Refuse His help, there's no consolation
Souls that never feel the need to be save
Lose freedom and protection from the grave