The Missing Poem
When life was done, my soul left Earth,
Thus I was Heaven bound,
Perhaps to prove my works had worth
Based on the faith I found...
So I flew high above the sky,
Past sun, moon, stars and more
And only when I'd left them by,
Could I see Heaven's door...
As I approached, it opened wide,
I landed gently down...
On holy ground I stood inside,
An angel held my crown...
I put it on, he held my hand
And led me to and fro,
Across this precious wondrous land
God only could bestow...
Within the Palace of the King
The angel bid me walk,
Then he flew off, more saints to bring,
While Christ and I would talk...
The Saviour smiled, explaining all,
My good works known full well,
As were the times He saw me fall,
Sad times I went through Hell...
My book of poems then appeared,
He said, 'One's missing, friend...'
And while the Saviour stroked His beard,
I failed to comprehend...
An angel with a scroll came close,
The poem to recite
And I recalled the lines of prose
Which I refused to write...
'You were a prophet till that day!
But suddenly you spurned
The Gospel Truth that showed the way
So others could have learned! '
The Lord let out a weary sigh...
'A thousand souls were lost!
Without that poem each would die,
Unsaved to pay the cost! '
'Then send me back! I'll make amends!
I'll share it everywhere!
Translate it for God's foreign friends,
Close to the Sinner's Prayer!
I'll sell the house, the car, the yacht,
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poem by Denis Martindale
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