Heaven's Gate
When you die and go to heaven;
your material things will be left behind,
Your house, car and money won't go;
you'll only take your heart, soul and mind.
You will be asked about your mortal life;
not about what you acquired along the way,
How loving, kind and giving you were;
did you ever take the time to pray?
Whether you lived like a king or pauper;
it really doesn't matter in the end,
If you were rich in love and goodness;
to heavenly judgement you will triumphantly ascend.
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