The Day I Died

Yes, it was just another day - The sun rose once again To send the night upon its way And light the world of men. The children woke to go to school, While I slept on in bed. Old men feel tired as a rule, So I dreamt on instead. At ten o'clock, I got up, too. I got dressed as before. I did the things I had to do, Although they were a chore. I opened letters, read them all And put the TV on. The cup I held began to fall... My balance now was gone. I hit the floor quite suddenly, Confusion then set in. The ceiling stared right back at me. I knew I couldn't win. So there I was, with nervous breath, My hand upon my heart... Aware, above all, facing death - Expecting to depart. I lay there, waiting on the Lord, My Saviour and my King - To whom I turned for each reward And every blessed thing. I heard no voice, no angel came, No vision at that time And yet, by faith, I spoke Christ's Name, With hope that felt sublime. My spirit left my body there And left my world behind... I rose to meet Christ in the air, The Saviour of Mankind. Eternal life had been bestowed The second I believed. My spirit felt no heavy load, For I no longer grieved. The day I died, no more to roam, Was just a stepping stone... The precious day Christ called me home... To kneel before God's Throne...