Heaven’s Door

 By Robert W. Cluney


 The other day my sky was gray

I felt a need for prayer

I walked to the chapel on the hill

To find some comfort there

What I did find for my peace of mind

Was a lock upon the door

And God’s house was dark inside

And closed to the tired and sore

When my earthly race is over

And I cross to the other shore

I wonder if there I’ll find

A lock on heaven’s door.


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