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Stands Death There At My Door

 

I felt the sudden change of air

As the icy breath clung I was made aware

Outside my window the shadows fell

But it was too early for night to tell

Still it was cold and dark I know

Then came that knock upon the wooden door

\"Thomas ! For whom I come looking for

 Won\'t you open up for me the door .\"

 

I shook with fear for all the years

Suddenly I was filled with tears

And in absolution I held my head

Still you have no earthly clue

When comes that knock upon the wood

\"Thomas , oh Thomas , if you would

 Unbolt the lock now if you could .\"

 

I stood in silence , made not a sound

But by the shadow upon the ground

I knew he waited so patiently

Waiting ! Waiting , there for me

\"Come Thomas , the seconds few

 You cannot avoid what\'s in store for you .

 Do not bother looking for the key

 For I have kept it safe and sound here with  me .\"

 

I said I was not afraid of death 

That I would not bend with my final breath

Then I remembered my father\'s passing

How the stillness became so everlasting

And I knew I was no more special

That life is certainly full , sometimes spacial

So I opened up the door

\"I am Thomas , the Thomas of whom 

 you do implore.\"