I once stood on the threshold of the gate of the day,
The old world behind me, the new one begun,
And he took hold of my shoulders and I heard him say,
You enter this home now, you're not come to stay,
As a visitor here but as my very own son,
As my tears fell, I knew my heart had been won.
As the years past, I drifted from village to city,
As I followed my fortunes and tried hard to succeed,
But the words that were spoken at that moment of pity,
Would brighten my pathway through much enmity,
And strengthen my faith, my soul then to lead,
To a future unknown, but a path clear indeed.
My father now stands at the gate of the day,
How long he will linger, I sure cannot tell,
But as he walks onward, I constantly pray,
That the pathway be smooth all the rest of the way,
And the journey be glorious, the sunset look swell,
For I know that his Father's door's open as well.
Matthew 25:35
Dedicated to Leon Smith
