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Judge Not

I was shocked confused bewildered
As I entered Heaven’s door, Not by the beauty of it all
Nor 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

Herb, whom 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’ve made a mistake.

“And why’s everyone so quiet,
So somber? Give me a clue.”
“Hush, child,” said He, “They’re all in shock.
No one thought they’d be seeing you.”

Judge NOT

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