Best Poem in the World

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven’s door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp—
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, “What’s the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake.”

“And why’s everyone so quiet,
So somber—give me a clue.”
“Hush, child,” He said, “they’re all in shock.
No one expected you…”



Categories: Glume sarate

4 replies

  1. Great,Daniel,may God bless you!

  2. numai ca…ne-ar prinde bine tuturor sa vedem lucrurile mai clare de acuma…si pentru unii…si pentru altii…
    rb.

  3. deci ii superba poezia….m-a facut sa realizez ca defapt asta ar fi prima reactie naturala a oamenilor…sa vedem ce ii mai rau in cei din jur….multumesc lui Isus ca datorita Lui ne schimbam in mai bine si sper ca daca o sa fie cum spune in poezie….sa ii vedem pe cei cunoscuti de cum ajungem in Rai….sa ii vedem prin ochii Domnului nu prin ochii nostri imperfecti….multumesc ca ai scris poezia pe blog:D

  4. Adevarul este ca numai prin harul lui Dumnezeu putem fi acceptati, si iertati. Trebuie sa fim ca acel vames care a strigat “Ai mila de mine un pacatos!” Nu este nici unu dintre noi vrednic de binecuvantarea mantuirii. Toata slava este a Lui!!!

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