But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp–
The thieves, the liars, the sinners, the alcoholics and the
There stood the kid from seventh grade who swiped my lunch money
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 would love to hear your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake.
Remember…Just going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any
more than standing in your garage makes you a car.
Every saint has a PAST…
Every sinner has a FUTURE!
Now it’s your turn… Share this poem.
Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil…
It has no point!