I’m standing here on the door step
Do you see me?
My family has gathered to send me off
Hoping my departure is gentle on my final journey.
I’m knocking on the door, Lord
I answered your knock half a century ago
I know it was a blink of eye to you
but now I’m knocking on your door.
I’ve waited so long to sit at your feet
and ask a million questions.
I’ve saved up a few jokes I’m sure you’ll love.
I know you’ve got a sense of humour
because I’ve seen the giraffe and the platypus
I’m knocking.
It’s getting foggy here on the doorstep
and a little drafty.
The family is looking a little worn from the wait.
I don’t want them to hurt on my account.
Going would be so much easier than staying.
I’m knocking, Lord.
Please answer the door and bring me home.
..
for Friesens
.
Shawn L. Bird 