There’s a hotel in the heavens and the rooms are always free,
there’s no need to phone ahead, there’s always a vacancy.
You have no need for luggage, just step up and sign in.
They always make you welcome at the place called Heaven’s Inn.
The rooms have drawers for shirts and pants and drawers for socks and things,
and nice big walk in closets where you can hang your wings.
The beds are made from clouds and the lights are really stars,
and you’re not bothered by pollution or noise from passing cars.
The Innkeeper’s a nice old man, and a very gracious host,
ask his name and he says: “Father, Son and Holy Ghost”.
I asked how come the rooms are free, how is it you get by?
He said the guests pay for their rooms long before they die.
“You see, you were a firefighter with four kids and a wife,
and you were helping others on the day you lost your life.
Fighting back a fire headed for a school full of kids,
when it got bad you stayed while the others ran and hid.
You turned the flames and saved those kids, not a single one was hurt,
then overcome by smoke you just fell down in the dirt.”
I smiled and went back to my room, and as I turned the knob
I kept thinking to myself that I only did my job.
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