Throughout the land he goes seeking.

Past a small child who lay

Sleeping

Into a room where a mother lay weeping.

Be not afraid this stranger did say

As he reached out his

Hand to touch

Her head

Weeping still, she began to pray.

“The night is short but the journey is long”

He gently whispered as she rose from her bed.

Her time had come,

Her days were now done

And.

With dark hollow eyes,

He too began to cry

As the mothers spirit fled

Gone, gone into a darkness

That we all must dread.

Once again his mission complete

On into the night he continues to seek.

We all know his name

We fear and we worry for,

That moment in time,

 When upon us he too may call.

Listen though and receive this truth that I do tell

He has no power or hold upon the soul.

So do not fear

For death has no victory here.

 For the light of heaven has made this decree.

“Believe thou in ME and ye shall be free

For eternal life, I shall give thee”.

 J. Allen Wilson © 2003