008 - The Door

I wonder what your door looks like.

Is it gilded with gold or poured

with silver set bejeweled?

T’was sealed to a day and an hour

when given the key you’re set to see

the glory of our King.

What was it like to fell the veil?

Did they greet you, Saints come see you

reflect His undimmed power?

Our hearts refuse to fail their loss

Tears be dried or rend be wrought.

We hope for grief’s retreating.

By faith and hope I will abide,

In life partake and still keep wait

For our joyful meeting.

Long of days and Journey bye

When these words need no repeating.