The Rich Man And The Poor Man

Two men were walking to Heaven On the day that both men died... At the age of seventy-seven, The limit that God supplied... The rich man and the poor man, Now together, side-by-side, Became aware God had a plan And it couldn't be denied... They each told stories good and bad, Despite depressing heartaches... The poor man gave God what he had, From the tithe that each man makes... They each had merits all their own, Both their triumphs and mistakes And times they struggled all alone, And their share of lucky breaks... Then suddenly they heard God's voice, 'Only one can I let in! It's up to you to make that choice, Who will lose and who will win! ' The two men prayed and prayed and prayed, As if both kith and kin, Until their final choice was made, Which caused them much chagrin... The poor man chose to stand his ground, For the new friend that he met, Because for him new love had found, Like the love you can't forget... 'Receive him, Lord! And bless him, too... And forgive his every debt... For in life, he never knew You And it's filled him with regret...'