Door

Some days barely seen in passing
Others dominating the skyline
Like an ancient fortress of stone

Still ever present and silent
A fixture of mystery

The shape may deviate
and the speed which it opens
may vary with the rap of time

Still ever present and silent
A fixture of mystery

Will today be the day
Maybe tomorrow, the next
or 46 years from 13 minutes past

Still ever present and silent
A fixture of mystery

The day will come
When the keys of eternity
Unlock the last great hasp

The ever present and silent
Fixture of mystery

When I step across that threshold
and forever fall through the final door
I pray with all my strength

My father is there to catch me

My ever present help
in the face of such mystery