When I was little I believed God
to be a chronicler of sorts.
Documenting each and every sin
in a big book, high up on the shelf.
Come Judgement he would ask your name,
and run his finger down the list. There would
be a number next to Timothy Hicks.
"You've reached a thousands sins,
please, proceed to the left."
And that would be the end of it.
Point blank, your fate would be decided.
A poor soul scared out of his wits,
or a happy customer delighted.
"Heck yes, I made it through!"
Now that I'm older it seems
ridiculously silly to think it all
to be so cut and dry. I can do a lot
of impressive things: play piano,
make a swan out of paper, solve a
Rubik's Cube in three minutes flat.
But guarantee a life in paradise
for the rest of eternity?
Well I'll just have to think about that!
The answer is locked deep within you.
There ain't no human alive
that can tell you what you should
and shouldn't do. But rest assured
you need not figure it out all on you're own.
Indeed that is a fool's errand
to believe this life is exactly how you planned
it out to be. It took three key things
just to have you among the living:
Your father, your mother and
the man upstairs.
On the other side I hope
to see you there. From A to Z
you will surely see every person
there ever was...
... on God's Big List.