Death came knocking upon my door
‘cause I was feeling mighty poor
and then I gazed in that firm face,
the scariest in human race.
“Come, my true friend,” to me She spoke,
to which in tears I quickly broke.
“Please, not now,” I heartily cried.
“This must not be the day I died.
For I have much I want to do
to better live all through and through.”
“Come, my best friend,” She said again.
And soon the room commenced to spin.
Around and around we both went
until my life was nearly spent.
“Arise,” Miss Death quietly said,
and lifted me from the still bed.
Golden rays shone around my head
telling me that I sure was dead
settled in a heavenly place
staring straight at God’s kindly face.
Smiles lit up my worshipping eyes
“Come to me, child,” He softly cries.
Into His open arms I fall,
breaking Dream’s terrible dread pall.
I arose with first light of dawn,
knowing I was not yet Death’s spawn.
But given chance to live again,
I choose to be full free of sin.
So praising God, to whom I sing,
of goodness that the Lord will bring
to simple souls who promise love
with our heavenly Father above.