Death Came Knocking

Death Came Knocking

"Come in;
We were expecting you."

The clock struck twelve,
When a figure
Only he could see,
Whispered in his ear
Speaking wondrous joys
Of things that are to be;

"I want to bask
In the glory of God;
There's no need of sun
For God is heaven's light.

I want to wade in its
Crystal river's flow,
To live in God's mansions bright,
Where sings my soul.

Do not morn the passing
Of my life; Rejoice.
In heaven there are
No tears, no pain,
no sorrows, nor strife."

"It won't be long now,"
I replied;
Turning away,
I silently cried.

© Janice Bumbalough Marler
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2004