God's Hall of Fame

Lifes simple style will ring a bell, in Heaven, so they say, That we are ready to deapart, and in Heaven is where we stay.

I borrow from another man who beat me by a nose:

God's Hall of Fame

Poem by Coach Wooden

Your name may not appear down here,

In this world's hall of fame,

In fact you may be so unknown,

That no one knows your name!

The Oscars here may pass you by

And neon lights of blue,

But if you love and serve the Lord,

Then I have news for you.

This hall of fame is only good

As long as 'time' shall be,

But keep in mind, God's Hall of fame,

Is for all eternity!

To have your name inscribed up there

Is greater yet by far,

Than all the Halls of Fame down here

And every man-made star.

This crowd on earth may soon forget

The heroes of the past,

They cheer like mad until you fall,

And that's how long you last.

But God, He never does forget,

And in His Hall of Fame

By just believing in his Son,

Inscribed, you'll find your name.

I tell you, friend, I wouldn't trade

My name however small,

That written there beyond the stars

In that celestial hall,

For any famous name on earth

Or glory that they share;

I'd rather be unknown down here,

And have my name up there.