But it was the folks in heaven Who made me sputter and gasp -- The thieves, the liars, the sinners, The alcoholics and 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.
Bob, who 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 is everyone so quiet, 'so somber -- give me a clue.' 'hush, child,' He said, 'They're all in shock! 'No one thought they'd see you.'
Unknown Author
Let's not play God and be the first to judge others before you even judge yourself. No one is perfect. "Every saint has a Past, every sinner has a Future."