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 garden club gossips, the thieves, the liars 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'd love to hear Your
take.
How’d all these sinners get up here? God must have made a
mistake.
And why is everyone so quiet, so somber - give me a clue.”
“Hush, child,” He said, “they are in shock. No one
thought they’d be seeing you.”
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David J. Nixon
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