When a Christian Dies

Death had mounted his stallion
	To do his daily chore,
When Christ rose from His throne
	Saying, "Please, close the door!" 

He took the list from Death's hand
	And through some names drew a line,
"These you must not visit today
	I will bring them home. They're mine."

He raced death from the Citadel
	Skirting our universe,
As He came once more to visit
	"The planet with its curse."

He came to keep His promise
	Made so long ago
That He, Himself, would return
	To this world below

To take His child from this place
	To the one that He prepared
For those who trusted Him
	Who have His great love shared.

And thus it is that we who believe
	Shall be taken home by Him,
To live in peace and harmony
	Where there is no more sin.

August 1, 2003
gvansandt@yahoo.com
http://www.drvan.info