Faith

No Golden Gate
No trumpet sound
Can this really be Heaven
That I have found?
No glorious angel
With feathery wing
No dulcet tones
Do I hear sing.
A wooden gate
So very bare
No one to welcome
No one there.
A little old man
With tatty hair
Looks at me
As if he don't care.
He opens a book
Old and battered
Pulls out a pen
My hopes are shattered.
'Name?', he asks
In a rough old voice
I have to answer
I have no choice.
'What have you done?
What did you do?
Do you believe Jesus
Died for you?'
With a strong voice
and nerves of steel
I tell this man
How I feel.
'Yes, old man
Yes I do.'
Then he asks me
'Your heart, it's true?'
With tears in eyes
I nod my head
Nothing more
Can be said.
'If your love
Is so strong,
Why did you do
So much wrong?'
I look at him
No fear I show
'The Lord has listened
He will know.'
He looks at me
And with a grin
Opens the gate
And lets me in.
With strong heart
I walk on by
Open my eyes
Let out a sigh.
There He is
The one I love
My Heavenly Father
My Lord above.
He welcomes me
He gives a smile
'Welcome home
My little child.'