“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith” (2 Tim 4:7).”

When you knocked,
I just stepped out,
Slipping into a pair of sandals.
Did I lock the door behind me?

It has been a long trail,
The seasons announced the passing of years.

Faces set toward the rising sun,
Backs at the setting sun,
When our long shadows shortened and stretched again,
We counted it as a day.

We saw the same trees again, the birds were always new,
The trail ran through valleys and over the mountains,
Valleys were deep, some flooded with tears,
and mountains were high, but you carried me over them
when I looked for a trail around it.

We crossed deserts and parched lands,
littered with carcasses.
It has been a long journey,
I could not have done it myself.

I see the lights of the city,
It is not very far away; 
we are almost there.

Without you, I would have given up on the day we began
Thanks for your company,
stay with me till I reach the city gates.
Did I lock the door?
It doesn’t matter. The pearly gates are open.