Death at the Door
When death knocks at my door
I shall meet it with great joy,
Fallen body from spirit tore
Oh to be a glorified boy;
No more sickness, pain or tears
To be whole as created for,
The host of heavenly cheers,
The King is at the door;
No more shadows, no more forms
Calm rests upon all the storms,
To know that which was pointed towards
To see that all is the Lord’s;
May my life be lived in this light
That death be not viewed as a plight,
May my life never be random dice
But always steadfast on Christ;
Only one life to live
Never knowing when it will knock,
Oh Lord help me give
My life for your flock;
At judgment day chains shall fall
Lord help me waste no time at all,
So that I may approach death as gain
Even if I appear insane, or am even slain.
Let my life be found in him,
And death, gain within.
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i really like this one. it kinda sounds like the point was to not be afraid of dealth but enjoy life with christ at the same time. tell me if you thought different. i felt a warrior spirit in this poem in the sense that samurai are never afraid of dealth but also enjoy every second they have at the same time.
your brother,
sam peery
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