I was shocked, confused, bewildered,
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven,
Who made me sputter and gasp--,
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade,
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor,
Who never said anything nice.
Bob, who I always thought,
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take,
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.
'And why is everyone so quiet,
So sombre - give me a clue,
'Hush, child,' He said,
'they're all in shock,
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.
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No one thought they'd be seeing you.'
3 comments:
Did you write this, Veep?
Well done, if so.
For believers, a pretty piece indeed!
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Ah, I can only wish. Someone sent it to me a few days ago in an e-mail, author unknown. You can find it in many places on the worldly web.
The name of this poem is "Folks In Heaven" and the author is - Judi Taylor Ludwig. Copyright 2004 -Copyright registration number is TXu-1 681- 138.
God bless you,
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