How does God knock on your door?

I thought it was warfare

Or depression maybe at it’s best

I felt entirely distant

My soul was craving rest

All I seemed to do was run

Busy constantly in the flesh

The enemy used distractions

It was so much more than just a test

The more you fall in

The harder life seems to get

It wasn’t warfare or depression

It was God tugging at my chest

Im hungry for the Spirit

It’s time to start seeking Him

Only then will I know truly

What is true and what is best

I hear You knock, I feel You there

Be my familiar memory every second of every day