QLD - ODE TO A GARDEN

 

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 - in the life that's through _

Did you try your best - in all that you'd do?"

Then he opened a book - and I saw my name,

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 turned away

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 - maybe an aeon or two.

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