Here I stand.
Hoping I be invited in.
You know my heart.
You know my sin.

And all my repents.

On this created world of yours.
Many still refused to accept and share love.
They swimming in hatred like a prize.

All under your watchful eyes.

But that was when I was on earth.
Here I a stand now at heaven's door.
Hoping to be welcoming into it with your approval.

In it, there's no racism.
No assigned sectors for pigmentation.
Oh, no.
Heaven's a cherish place to be worshipped.