Three Souls At Heaven's Gate

He was careless in the race Yet entered in by wondrous grace. His works of earthly gain, no more remain. The world’s pursuits there now disdained. Forlorn of blessings lost to greed, Mistaken goals and careless deeds. While words of praise from men he sought, Such idle words have come to naught. Another entered into rest, His works of love far greater blessed. While poorer was his life on earth, At Heaven’s gate, found Kingdom worth. For small the pain in life he bore, His sacrifices gained far more. His faithful love and service too Bore gold and gems of vibrant hues. And then, all stood toward Heaven’s gate Where throngs of anxious saints await. An elder mother made her way Past countless lives her life had graced. A chorus rose of cheers and laughter Extended arms, were panting after A chance to welcome and embrace; This little mom, a queen of grace. Beyond description or imagination There came new heights of jubilation. I turned to see the Savior leap, To greet this one, now at His feet. He knelt, and raised her up with grace, Embraced, then gently kissed her face. On cue, all heaven roared in praise For they knew how this mother prayed. Then Jesus cried aloud triumphant, As with the voice of a thousand trumpets: “Bring forth the crown of righteousness, Well done, dear one, receive your rest!” For such God waits and longs to bless, For these are heaven’s highest guests.