by Gary Wright

Created on: July 02, 2009

There was a knock at the Door

There came a knock, on yonder door

'Twas firm and loud, it brought me horror.

I live alone in these dark woods,

And share my place with all my goods.

So how be it possible this act is done?

I repeat myself, it should be no one.

Who would dare to trespass thus,

Toward the door, I held my cuss.

Who dare to now disturb my silence?

I thought, at first, to them violence.

And present him self from out the air,

I knew of no one who might dare.

I knew one alone, who'd challenge my peace,

Who'd walk up strong and strike with ease.

This one, he'd rap the wood to cause a clatter

So I would rise to see this matter.

I knew not the one who did this deed

And now I answered full with speed.

He stood his greatness large and tall

And I speak in earnest of it all.

He stood to claim his rightful place,

My heart did ache to see his face.

I wept, a bit, then surrendered full

Unto his fervent grip, his strength a bull.

And there I saw my only Son

Come back to me to be as one.

Much time had passed, some woes were wrought,

But patience, love and faith had taught

Us both to stop the pain, recalled

And forgive each other now to fall

Once more, deep set in each others arms

And feel the joy of pain discharged.

Until at last we laughed with glee and there he sat,

Yeah, stayed with me.

And now for days and years we spoke

About our love and how it broke.

He joined his hands with mine once more

And pledged his love, his face adored

By the loving caress of a Father-dear

Who in due time felt bliss so shear.

To know his Son, his beloved boy

Now as a man, so filled with joy.

His face not heavy nor blanked with sin

Where once a hatred did begin.

For in the eyes a light so pure

He once again was made secure

That love was gentle, love was wise,

Love had broken the disguise

Of one who would before just cover

The child-man, he did now discover.

For hearts that long to reconcile

May languish, true, for some great while.

Until the icy storm that words outcast

Do open up and change the past.

And seeing new, a love abides

No more can thoughtless words deride.

For now from debt to debt has come

The settling of this Man and Son.

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