What if someone knocked on my door
And said, “I know just who you are.”?
Would I not have my own question:
“Who are you here for?”

What if I looked through the peephole
And saw a man with long hair and beard,
Wearing a white robe made of fine linen?
Would I turn away ‘cause I thought him weird?

What if he said he knew me
And had come to take me away?
Would I believe him without asking,
Or just say, “No way.”?

What if he told me of
Streets paved with gold?
Would I still reject him
Or open the door so bold?

What if I thought about what he just said
And then it hit me and I understood?
Would I continue to stand there just so afraid,
Or admit to myself all is well and this is good?

What if he said I had five minutes left
To make up my mind?
Would I continue to ask questions
Or say, “Yes, Lord, I am Thine.”?

What if He told me my time was up
And He was ready to leave?
I’d say, “I’m ready, Lord.
I truly believe.”

 © 2007 George E Thompson