The Gates
By David Johnson
His last steps were grueling to the gates of the Kingdom
The climb was not daunting but the air was so thin
A host of his brethren stood waiting but smiling
But God was not waiting to welcome him in
“Must be a mistake” was his thought as he entered
Who are these people that are walking with me
Where are they from and what is the reason
They all look so joyous, serene, and so free
The huge gate was opened by a Buddhist and Jew
He was welcomed within by all colors and creeds
There were Muslims and Catholics and Lutherans too
As a doting young Baptist did see to his needs
Their hearts were sincere, their welcome extended
Their greetings were loving and warm
He searched for those signs of division and hatred
But these people just smiled, embraced, and moved on
Secure in their faith, and loving toward all
The Master’s arrivals extended their love
Their tongues, although different, were all comprehended
Translated of course by the Almighty above
And all of a sudden it occurred to him that
God’s warm welcome was there all the while,
In the guise of those dear souls who summoned him in
Souls diverse, now united, their fate reconciled
When we’re sent to this planet we are given a voice
To worship our God and creator
Though he has different titles he’s one and the same
We call him God or Ishvara, Elohim or Allah – Yahweh or Buddha or some holy name
Your lesson today should you wish to accept it
Is to judge not your neighbor, but offer your hand
For we’re in this together for the long term duration
In God’s wondrous and most incredible land
This is the most important thing you will ever hear. From my Dad from the grave. No matter who you are.
