When feeling tired and so much older,
And the past so very far away,
We’re as near to heaven as 10 is to 11,
Every time we take a seat and pray.
They’ll say they’ll have a banquet waiting for us,
All the angels there will sing in chorus.
We’ll meet the folk who got there long before us,
And wish them, every one, a lovely day.
PS: We get to heaven, not because we’re good enough, but because God is good enough.