One day I was living everyday as I will
One day I was living just for the thrill
One day death knocked at my door
That was the day I wanted more
I cried out and begged, and promised God
"Please send death away, I will change!!!" I swore
And behold, death left my door.
It swung open in the wind.
I looked out and saw it was clear, so I set out to sin.
I said to myself and others, death was just at my door, now I must really live and do more.
More of the same, more of the same
I continued my divine denial game.
Someone asked, "With such a narrow escape do you now live by a moral creed?"
I answered, "When death stood at my door, I called on God, but now God I do not need."
I have all I could ask for, I live everyday like my last
Someone then dared ask...
"What if death comes back to knock on your door?"
Then I shall call upon the one you call Lord
Until then I shall not be bored
With all this prayer and faith, and that book you call His sword
Tis all fiction, a superstitious tool
I will not be as you, I will not be a fool
I will live and live some more 'till death returns to my door.
Then I will call upon this one called the Lord
And maybe, just maybe, death will leave my door
But if not, at least I lived and lived some more.
Then someone else spoke so sure
"Do you not know, that if you know the Lord
It does not matter if death comes to your door
For even if he enters and takes away your life, because you knew the Lord
You will live, and live some more.
More abundantly than ever before,
And forever more!"
"That is foolishness I'm sure!" I shouted....
Knock, knock
Someone is at the door....
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