As I entered Heaven’s door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
Who made me sputter and gasp–
The alcoholics and the trash.
Who swiped my lunch money! Twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.
Would love to hear Your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake.
So somber – give me a clue.’
‘Hush, child,’ He said, ‘they’re all in shock.
No one thought they’d be seeing you.’
Any more than…Standing in your garage makes you a car.