Poetry

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Beyond the pearly gates of Heaven,
Beyond the shining streets of gold,
And high above the chimney tops
Of the mansions built below;

In the part of Heaven few have seen
Past the Father’s golden throne,
There is a silent room tucked away
Where God often goes alone.

No angels have ever seen its walls,
Nor have they gone past its door.
But they all know it holds a purpose:
It’s the one place God goes to mourn.

You see, for every child that is lost,
For every child that turns away,
A picture of his face hangs on the wall.
God looks at them with sorrow and says,

“I’ve given you a great destiny,
I’ve given you gifts from above;
And if this wasn’t great enough,
I’ve given you an endless love.

I know that in your mind right now
I’ve somehow let you down;
Life to you hasn’t been fair
And it doesn’t seem to turn around.

But I’ll always be here waiting,
I’ll not look on you with a frown.
Just give me the word and I promise you
I’ll take this picture down.”

For in this silent room, you see,
The faces have no eyes;
No sort of color exists in here
And I’ll tell you the reason why:

Whenever God’s children feel too much pain
And feel their world will fall apart,
They make a decision to change their life
By ripping God out of their heart.

They decide to go about their life
Pretending never to know a savior;
They’re fooled into believing doing this
They’ll win the world’s selective favor.

It’s seems much easier to feel accepted
Then to feel alone and miles apart,
But it’s much more difficult to live a life
When you’ve only got half a heart.

So even though God loves them so
This silent room in Heaven is here still;
The sometimes difficult fact of life is
God gave His children free will.

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