He Didn't Say.

 

He didn't say the rich would get

The first place in the queue

He didn't say your entry fee

Was based on what you do

It's better to be who you are

And come just as yourself

So cease from piling all your works

Upon your sagging shelf.

The poor, bereaved and meek of heart

Will be His chosen ones

For they have loved Him for Himself

He's proud to call them sons

Remember, it's not what you do

But what The Lord has done

That is the key to everything

Your freedom has been won.