Today I heard someone
knocking at my door
Seemed kind of odd to me
For no one comes to see me anymore
I walked the dusty pathway
of the once highly polished floor
Pulled the rusty handle
as I've done so many times before
Standing on my front porch
Shivering in the cold
Stood a bright-eyed frightened child
I could see he was not too old
I opened up the door
as wide as it could stand
Reached into the winter
and took his tiny hand
We sat and talked together
by the flickering candle light
Exchanged a few small presents
for giving seemed so right
He gave to me his love
I gave him back his sight
Then he turned and walked
to the still unclosed door
Left me standing all alone
in my empty church once more
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