Welcome Home

There was an old man, On his death bed he lay, As he listened to death’s call, Which soon he would obey But before he drifted away, In the doorway stood, A man clutching a Bible, Whose face was covered by a hood “What nonsense do you have for me now preacher?” The old man did say, “To bring you the good news” he replied, “Before you soon fade away” “It was 2000 years ago On this very day, Christ died on a cross, In a tomb he also did lay” “But three days later, Heaven cried out with a shout, The entrance broke open, And Christ soon walked out” “So rejoice my friend, For that day you were saved, No longer enslaved by death, Jesus conquered the grave” “He promised a paradise, A place with no pain, Where God protects you forever, Which you too can attain” “Cry out his name, Accept him into your heart, Because not even death, Could ever tear you apart” With his dying breath, The old man spoke his last, He closed his eyes for the last time, And was soon passed He finally awoke, Where a bright light had shown, It was the face of Jesus, And he said “Welcome Home”