How will we be judged
When our journey through life is o'er
And we stand before our maker
At the foot of heaven's door?
Will we be found wanting?
Will we be turned away?
Or will the Good Lord smile
And invite us in to stay?
Will the gold and silver we possess
Be added to our score
Or will our shabby coat lead us
To be halted at the door?
I believe a loving God
Will welcome all who lived,
Showing love to all their brethren
When they had nothing else to give.
A rich man flinging coins
From the riches he possessed
Without showing compassion
Will surely not be blessed.
It matters not to a loving god
What success a man achieved
Or how low his station in life
For him to be received.
A life well lived, in the eyes of God,
As he observes us from above...
Were we there for those who needed us...
Reaching out to them with love?
