Going Through The Door (Poem)
Going Through The Door I'm dying now, he thought, there's no one here to hold my hand - No one but my Saviour, though I know He understands. Times have sure been lonely, and my friends have gone away, I sit here in my easy chair, waiting for the end of day. My chest is hurting more now and the pain seems awful strong, But there's a peace within me and on my lips a whispered song. I try to reach for the phone now, but it seems too far away. I want to call out to my wife but all I can do is pray. There are no words coming forth, but my thoughts are racing fast; In sweet silent meditation, I look back over my past. Short of breath, I stop to wonder, "Was my life worth it all?" Then I think of Jesus, and His loving Gospel call: How He came to me and saved me, changed my heart from within, How He purchased my full redemption and took away my sin. Through many years of service, no, I've no regrets, Because I have a home in Heaven that still awaits me yet. A sudden...