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.
As I get back on track, and generate some prose,
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.