I don’t want to drive up to the pearly
Gates in a shiny sports car, wearing
Beautifully tailored clothes, my
Hair expertly coiffed, and with long
Perfectly manicured fingernails.
I want to drive in a station wagon that
Has mud on the wheels from taking
Kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with grass stains
On my shoes from mowing Sister
Schenk’s lawn.
I want to be there with a smudge of
Peanut butter on my shirt from making
Sandwiches for a sick neighbor’s children.
I want to be there with children’s sticky
Kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a
Friend on my shoulder.

I want the Lord to know that I was really here
And that I really lived.

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