In Heaven…”would you want you as your neighbor?”

Was the question posed to me by a friend,

This he thought would be’ good topic for a poem,

So I said I’d do the very best I can.

First thought would be… in the affirmative,

Why wouldn’t I want to have me right next door,

But then… as I pondered ever deeper,

I began to see’ what I might be in for.

Though a Christian’ I still have to fight my temper,

When I rage inside and want to kick some “A”,

Then when moody’ I just need be left alone some,

Till the darkness leaves and I feel again okay.

So it seems’ I might pick another neighbor,

For eternity’s a time’ that never ends,

And the faults I find within this human nature,

Would tend to make me choose another next door friend.

But wait… Christ died and rose for our Salvation,

And the perfecting of us while here on earth,

And since nothing enters heaven that’s defiled,

We’ll leave this baggage here and ascend in our true worth.

So if we’re Christ-like then in actions and demeanor,

It really doesn’t matter who our neighbor is to be,

For the rooms within those mansions up in heaven,

Will be housing soul’s that we’ll be thrilled to see.

So yes Don… I would like me as my neighbor,

As I’d love if you were next door to me there,

To explore all the beauty God’s created,

And worship God together everywhere.