Amazing Grace how sweet the sound
Harmony of Heaven
Spiritual tact
A Soul rose and soared far beyond the eyes to see
Beyond loving hearts
Pearly Gates a wait
Accompanied by a Driver, White Horse and Carriage
Pure and Secrete
Onward to everlasting life
Every horse Gallup establishing every step walked on Earth
The pain and anguished confronted
This was Ms. Evans hour to shine among
The many that passed before her
Three Doves flown in the sky of her life she lived, ‘PEACE, FAITH, HOPE AND LOVE”
Winds of her spirit
Concrete and devoted
Ms. Evans Legacy will live on, but Heaven will be her home in continued roam
Home at last
Stay strong family
Cry not
Just embrace in how my life encouraged and influenced you
No more pain and sickness
I have conquered
Let my life reflect in how we are supposed to live
Love one another
My tomorrow came at the right time
Too my husband, Joe Evans I leave behind, we will see each other again
It is not goodbye, but until we meet again
I have been welcomed in Heaven
I will be sitting high, but observing below
My journey is complete
My work is finished
Love you all
God bless now and forever.
Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian Photographer
Pearly Gates
In life, I never take anything for granted. Everything is free, but nothing is guaranteed—except for the certainty of tomorrow when we all must face our final moments. Will God or Jesus take you by the hand and lead you away from the streets of London, Paris, New York, or Melbourne, Australia? Will they guide you through those pearly white gates that lead to Heaven?
Mrs. Marvel wore sweatshirt for twenty-eight years until her final breath.
Signed by her 8th grade students, four whom had died a tragic death.
Killed in a tragic bus accident on the way to a state cheerleading rally.
They met her at the pearly gates – Linda, Cherry, Patrice and Molly McNally.
Are all the successful people in the world
Content and happy with their lives
Is a mansion on a hilltop with scads of dough
The only thing we need to survive
Nay nay good people, we need interaction
With others to inspire great things
The loving relationships of family and friends
Without them, we feel loneliness' sting
Floundering at sea like a rudderless ship
Being tossed to and fro by life's trials
It's really quite normal to crave some attention
We need human contact for survival
Why must we always keep up with the Jones'
Why not appreciate what we've got
Lucky to be alive on this luscious green earth
Taking care of our own little plot
Certainly no expert but I do know how things
Can affect each one of our lives
So always think positive wherever you go
Even giving strangers high fives
The shock and great joy on all of their faces
Is worth the small effort it takes
To share your enthusiasm and true lust for life
Till you arrive at those Pearly Gates!
when Pearl passed
I placed on her tombstone
an old pair of bone dice
and a short prayer
maybe she’ll get lucky
After making coffee when you wake
You put it in the fridge then realize your mistake
We've all done it, be honest
It's just some silly test
Or if you've passed through the Pearly Gates
Seems I'm getting near the end of life's journey
So many things still to do, but the future is murky
Will it be this year of next
Probably a few more I suspect
Starting to see visions of those gates so pearly
Never did this land become
A place to call my only home.
Every step I took I marched
Into a void, my heart destroyed
By longings for another place.
Earth, arrayed in greens and blues
Cannot compete with countless hues
Unseen above, untold, unthought.
And so my soul, would not control
Its longing for that other place.
Watching creatures winged fly on
Did hurt within to follow yon.
Would flight have given me a chance
To reach the heights, from dreams of nights
Where sleep did show my heart that place?
Never could this land become
A place to call my only home.
My home awaits beyond all thought,
Beyond our eyes, beyond the skies
That beckon me to reach that place.
One day soon I will be home
A place where I can now belong.
A home where tears are wiped away, where
Death is dead, and sin is fled
Till then, shall I long for that place.
Conversed today with my ninety-two-year-old sister
Now that's longevity, perhaps I should whisper
Case the gatekeeper's asleep
The great benefits she'd reap
Or maybe the gatekeeper could be into the liquor
Don't judge me to harshly O'Lord
mercy on my soul I implore
For I was born into sin
it is a harsh way to begin
It's not that I seldom prayed
or from church I stayed away
It's not that I was full of greed
to me it was just my needs
And those silly little white lies
surly not to my own demise
And to heaven you must let me in
once I even voted Republican
I think Saint Peter is on the sly
he does not seem to want me inside
Those Pearly Gates look shiny and new
come on now let me through
So Lord forgive me somehow
Hand me a harp and a big fluffy cloud
Whatever I did did I really do
there's got to be a loophole or two
The sands in my hour glass rush
but if it isn't too much
Before that judgement bell chimes
I got an extra hour thanks to daylight savings time
Speak the truth before it is too late,
Cleanse your soul, purge out all hate,
So you can stand at the Pearly gate!
Values and morals must escalate,
Sweep away all the dirt on your slate,
Speak the truth before it is too late!
Keep your moral account up to date,
Your bank account will not help your fate,
So you can stand at the Pearly gate!
You traded lies in your life’s debate,
When life deceived you with wealth as bait,
Speak the truth before it is too late!
Death will snatch away your mortal trait,
Your soul journeys to eternal state,
So you can stand at the Pearly gate!
Repent your misdeeds,let’s pray and hope,
To climb to Heaven here is the rope,
Speak the truth before it is too late,
So you can stand at the Pearly gate!
PEARLY GATES
I’m brought before Saint Peter,
On display in a clear glass crate,
Nothing hidden up my sleeve,
Except a hammer, I jest to escape.
He approaches me out of nowhere,
Ask him for a chat while we wait,
Gentle voice replies “of course son”
We’re summing up, there is no haste.
Listen! played the hand I was dealt,
Although bluffed, behind a poker face,
Concealing more lies than honesty,
Yet love always, outshone the hate,
At times life seemed unbearable,
Beyond all reason to procrastinate.
When younger I couldn’t get enough,
Though excess, simply led to waste,
Won’t bore you with petty details,
For fear deaths a pitiless place,
Bit late in the day, seeking salvation,
Begging forgiveness, no saving grace.
“Never said a truer word my child,
Crocodile tears, cannot work this case,
Condoned, condemned, in the balance,
On very thin ice, this verdict skates.”
“Whatever I say does not matter,
It’s meaningless gone past debate,
God alone will pass the sentence,
Life’s evidence, will judge your fate.
By
David Kavanagh
You can't get to Heaven with the Man In The Moon
You can't get to Heaven on a flying spoon
You can't get to Heaven on a roller skate
You can only get to Heaven through the Pearly Gates
You might see the Devil in your daddy's barn
You might see the Devil in a ball of yarn
You might see the Devil if you stay up late
You might see him hanging 'round the Pearly Gates
The Angels said "Children don't you run away
"We just stopped by to watch you play
"So pick up your toys and you can stay
"We'll see you again on Judgement Day"
Nothing but the pearly gates
Nothing but the pearly gates;
Nothing but the pearly gates;
Shall allow me in;
Jesus has the key;
I rise, I’ll rise
And fly up into
And rise I will do
And fly up onto the gates of heaven…
No nothing no one gonna bring me down;
A new found freedom I am;
Saved by mercy’s grace;
I am being up lifted
And I rise, I’ll rise
And fly up into
And rise I will do
And fly up onto the gates of heaven…
I’ve got a crown to git;
I’ve got a crown to git;
I’ve got a crown to git, pray fully it’ll fit;
I’ve got something I want to give;
Praises to you Lord God Our King;
My life, my soul, my body mind heart is all yours, LORD;
Nothing gonna stop me now;
NO nothing, no one gonna bring me down
I got a crown to git right now;
2/5/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2010, 2019©
Arranged music by Innocent Nikiema
From “Know, I am Not Innocent His Music” demo
Conversed today with my ninety-year-old sister
Now that's longevity, perhaps I should whisper
Case pearly gatekeeper's asleep
The great benefits she'd reap
Could be the gatekeeper might be into the liquor
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