The streets are layed with golden stones and the angels play their harps
Most of us strive on going there because we want the best
We forget to ponder sincerity when we work towards our quest
If the angels at the holy door say you're welcome, come inside
Will your heart be humbled with a tear or caught up in pride
Will you search for your great mansion you surely felt you earned
Or will your heart be true and pure and have a honest yearn
Will you run straight to your father who will be there with his son
Will you put your arms around them and give thanks for what they've done
You'd learn then why the flowers glow, why the rivers are so pure
Why the valley is so beautiful is because our God dwells there
And he'll put his arms around you and say you're welcome by my side
For no one enters heaven if their only cause is pride
Written Fall 1978
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