"The Pathway To Life"

To die is but a pathway to life’s seasons
with Angels to carry you smiling;
whispering sounds of love
rising high to the sky;
saying a goodbye
to yesterday.
Reaching up higher
to a sunset searching;
as the lightning strikes a beam
into a new kingdom waiting there;
the gates of heaven open wide
to a tumultuous roar!
“Jesus waving,
come in.”
Ashamed, I bow
begging for his mercy;
staring at his wounds to die;
now healed when he touched me.
An Angel searching for the lost and lonely;
a matchstick man lying in the road
arms held high pleading to Jesus!
“Sir, I have no sight to see
to write within my mind;
your soul I need
to live.”
“O my child;
what faith you have
to believe I'm your Savior.
Come now to me in paradise;
my arms are open wide, praying to heal you.