A Heaven to Make - Part Two

Dear God...whence comes my long, lost breath,
And I start on the high-way of death.
And come to thee...to enter in,
With all my failings, faults, and sin.

And open there...the book of life,
Accounting for...my earthly strife.
O God...let me be very sure,
No disappointment has to score.

Let evil acts and vain I am,
And all the wiles of Satan's plan.
Turn aside to stand their fate,
And enter not at heaven's gate.

Let him who will his sins atone,
To join with others at thy throne.
While him with wicked, evil eye,
Await to wail...and penitence cry.

All blackened souls...will fall in line,
And waft away...to Satan's sign.
Forgetting that this beckoned call,
Will take them down a dungeon hall.

Where light and love is never sent,
And days ahead are all torment.
Where upward glances dim and fade,
All because of the choice they made.

O God...do not feel that all is lost,
And think of the price thy children cost.
Just see over there that blue-eyed child,
His innocent heart and the way he smiled?

And her...a-tripping over there,
With wrinkled brow, and silvery hair?
And him...bent low on twisted cane,
A-turning down that weary-lane?

By these examples...one can see,
As he travels along to eternity.
Judge not they neighbor in his plight,
Cause after all...he might be right.

Pick up your load and hurry on,
And be there early to meet the dawn.
One thing is sure...God is just,
In him...we all can place our trust.

Just what our lot in heaven will be,
He'll do the best for you and me.
Our merits will tell how much we share,
And make...that kind of a heaven there.


E.P. 1908 - 1989