WHEN DEATH COMES KNOCKING

When death comes knocking on the door of your life,
You may think it ill timed, leaving child, husband or wife,
“Too early for you to call, me leave all this behind?” you cry,
Or you could be waiting patiently, greet him with a happy sigh.

You cannot turn him away, this great feared friend of man,
Whether welcome or not , he comes to all and none can
By their own power deny his request, as he knocks at your door.
So we should try not to fear death, try to be ready, I implore.

He can lurk on the highway, wait by a bed of suffering and pain,
Till the time appointed by our Lord to him is made plain.
Yet to careless and thoughtless souls death untimely can come
Through murder, war, greed, lust and hate, God’s plan is undone.

Death is our friend, for on the pathway to our God he gently leads,
He is not cruel or dark, but full of light and love, yet Satan feeds
On fear to make us dread death, our friend, prepare the way
For his knock at your door, you need to be ready every day.

M Ann Margetson © January 31, 2000

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