Whistlin'_Whittlin'_Listenin'
Copyright 1999
I stood before St. Peter's gate
and heard the question that would decide my fate
"Can you tell Me -
Did you try your best -
Then he opened a book -
but I had to hang my head in shame,
as I thought about all the years
of little lies and angry words
that brought forth tears,
of all the things I'd failed to say
to brighten up someone's day,
of all the times when I was young,
when I had failed to hold my tongue.
He closed his book -
and I was left alone to pray.
I closed my eyes and begged, "God, Please!
Forgive my sins, I will appease!"
I stood in silence and nothing came,
so I started away toward those fiery flames.
Suddenly, I heard him answer on that day.
"Come in, My Child, You're Welcome To Stay!
We'll keep you here and see how you do.
It won't take long -
You're not quite ready for Heaven's Full Pardon.
But I Will Let You Visit In My Heavenly Garden!"
See this poem with music and graphics at Misty's page