BEST
POEM IN THE WORLD
I
was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said,
'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'
So somber - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said,
'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'
JUDGE
NOT!!
Remember...Just
going to church doesn't make you a
Chris tian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.
Chris tian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.
Every sinner has a FUTURE!
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