A wreck like this, someone should die, but didn't, Jesus reached out with his hand, and saved us from bereavement. IMHO
By Arley Steinhour 052811
Everybody wants to be in Heaven
Hell is where we qualify
Donate dollars six or seven
Not yet Reborn, doomed to die.
Perhaps, you help a poor old lady
Cross a street, or climb a stair
God wouldn't say you're ready
To be in Heaven by splitting hair.
You won't, repent the 'fun' things
Spend more than an hour in a Pew
Dozing from your late night flings
But offer Hallelujah, one or two.
Out of Church door, skitter
Race to yonder Sub and Suds shop
For finals of annual 'Spittoon Spitter'
Speed along, praying not see a Cop.
Dang, you left your Bible on the Pew seat
Not worried though, it's only Paper-back
Haggled for at Yard Sale down the street
For a nickel, as it smelled like musty shack.
From the left you think, not sure
With mind upon the spitting
Something shiny had the cure
No more worry about Fence-sitting.
Suddenly your full alert
Huge book upon the Table
Funny no where you be hurt
To stand here, should not be able.
Judge shook head slowly
Sadness filled the air
Searching without finding
Your Name just wasn't there.
Many times you almost ceded
Each time you turned away
Every time He pleaded
You had naught to say.
He signaled with His Left
To an Angel on your right
Who took you by the hand, bereft
And led you into Eternal Night.
Awakening in Torment
Condemned you know you be
Say, 'Now's the time to Repent'
Be saved, be Totally FREE.