Songbird of Jesus
April 25th, 2007, 11:03 PM
I Never Knew You
A man heard a knock,
Upon his front door.
A soft and gentle tapping,
Heard so often before.
Yet his eyes remained shut,
Having barely a care.
He then considered the wind,
And dozed back in his chair.
He awoke with a start,
Later that night.
Smoke filled his nostrils,
His whole house was alight.
He started for the window,
But the heat drove him back.
And his staircase to safety,
Was a smouldering stack.
Flames entered his room,
Through the walls and the floor.
His only option,
Was through the front door.
He grabbed hold of the handle,
Which scorched his soft palm.
The cry in his voice,
Was never again calm.
As searing flames engulfed him,
And his mouth became dry.
He shockingly discovered,
He could not possibly die.
So he screamed out for help,
As he pounded the door.
Then he heard that same Voice,
He heard so often before.
"What is this great noise,
Upon this front door?
Is it that same wind,
I heard reasoned before?"
"It is I" said the man,
In a great, wailing cry.
"This flame has consumed me,
And it seems I can't die!"
"But why do you ask,
Why you cannot die?
I am the giver of life,
Did you think I would lie?
Throughout all of your life,
I also did thirst.
I too was left thirsty,
Because you always came first.
I knocked on your door also,
But you remained a rejecter.
Leaving the battery dead,
In your smoke detector.
The key of salvation,
Was offered your way.
Free for the asking,
For all who may pray.
But this key you rejected,
You chose your own key instead.
Which doesn't fit this lock,
Which is now glowing red.
So with a great sadness,
I say unto you.
Depart from Me now,
I never knew you."
Written by:
Richard (Jim) Minch
10/04/06
A man heard a knock,
Upon his front door.
A soft and gentle tapping,
Heard so often before.
Yet his eyes remained shut,
Having barely a care.
He then considered the wind,
And dozed back in his chair.
He awoke with a start,
Later that night.
Smoke filled his nostrils,
His whole house was alight.
He started for the window,
But the heat drove him back.
And his staircase to safety,
Was a smouldering stack.
Flames entered his room,
Through the walls and the floor.
His only option,
Was through the front door.
He grabbed hold of the handle,
Which scorched his soft palm.
The cry in his voice,
Was never again calm.
As searing flames engulfed him,
And his mouth became dry.
He shockingly discovered,
He could not possibly die.
So he screamed out for help,
As he pounded the door.
Then he heard that same Voice,
He heard so often before.
"What is this great noise,
Upon this front door?
Is it that same wind,
I heard reasoned before?"
"It is I" said the man,
In a great, wailing cry.
"This flame has consumed me,
And it seems I can't die!"
"But why do you ask,
Why you cannot die?
I am the giver of life,
Did you think I would lie?
Throughout all of your life,
I also did thirst.
I too was left thirsty,
Because you always came first.
I knocked on your door also,
But you remained a rejecter.
Leaving the battery dead,
In your smoke detector.
The key of salvation,
Was offered your way.
Free for the asking,
For all who may pray.
But this key you rejected,
You chose your own key instead.
Which doesn't fit this lock,
Which is now glowing red.
So with a great sadness,
I say unto you.
Depart from Me now,
I never knew you."
Written by:
Richard (Jim) Minch
10/04/06