I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Psalms 27:13
I dreamed I stood at heaven’s door
And heard its hinges creak
Around its frame a light shone out
As it opened for the King
“What have you brought?” He began to ask
“From your time on earth now through”
I wasn’t sure what I could say
I knew it had to be the truth
So I talked about my mission’s trips
And how each day I prayed
And how I often read His word
And all the tithes I gave
When I finally stopped to take a breath
He smiled and gently said
“Those were not really from your heart
They were just rituals instead”
“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 sorrowful repentant tears
And confessions in the night
Those are the things I treasure most
And are precious in my sight!”
