When I Got to Heaven….
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven’s door
Not by the beauty of it all
By 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, 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.
Uncle Bill, 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 have made a mistake.”
“And why is everyone so quiet
So somber? Please give me a clue.”
“Hush, child,” said He. “They’re all in shock
No one thought they’d see you!”
Never judge another person – leave that up to God!
The axe forgets; the tree remembers the scars,
Tomorrow at the scent of Heaven’s rain,
It will sprout again bearing fruits,
Fruits to which you will come to feast,
Forgetting you once cut short a life,
That God did not allow to die.
Mark Gadogbe (McApple)
We never got to where we are by sitting down and wishing upon a star…
Had we, Astronomy would have killed our dreams thus
“…you’re actually a few million years too late. That star is dead. Just like your dreams”
Our hands thence we put to the plow…and never looked back!
We only kept looking up…drawing all our needs from Heaven’s storehouse.
Today and everyday we ask thus to remind ourselves…
“Was there a need He never met?”
He met it all!
And with that assurance we know…
Our tomorrow is already taken care of!
Your love awakens my soul
And plants a fire in my heart
And leaves me wishing for more
If only I were God
I will waste no time in making you a Goddess
If I were a trader
I will trade in all my goods in exchange for you
If I were a soothsayer
I will say many soothing words
Just to make your future one to forever spend with me
If I were the wind
I will blow away all obstacles
So you could be mine alone forever
If I were a miner
I will dig even to bottomless depths
Just to discover thy most precious jewels
If I was an artist
I would use the jewels in you
To make a perfect art of beauty
More perfect than the arts of Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
And If I were a preacher
I will preach mighty sermons
Only by your humble figure and love
Only Heaven knows how much I adore you
And the many things I keep wishing I were
Just to fully demonstrate my love for you
But I am just me
Wishing above all else
That you will accept me just as I am
Not for what I am not or wish I were
© Mark Gadogbe (McApple)