I see myself at heaven’s door
I can hear its hinges creak
Around its frame a light shines out
As it opens before the King
What have you brought He asks
From the life you lived on earth?
Oh not a lot I sadly say
As I struggle to begin

Well, there were the mission’s trips
And every day I prayed
And regularly I read your word
And all the tithes I gave
When I stopped – he paused and gently said
That’s not why angels sing
Those were not from your deepest heart
But just temporary things
But the forgiveness you gave your parents
When their divorce left you alone
And the love you shared with strangers
When you opened up your home
And the tears of repentance that you wept
And your confession in the dark
These are the things that I truly treasure
And for these there is a crown

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