Heaven’s Door – a poem by Timothy J. Black


Suppose a child came down to earth,

From Heaven above thru a virgin birth.

Suppose it happened like the Bible said,

Even tho’ the prophet was long before dead.

And, suppose this child lived a sinless life,

Without riches or fame, or even a wife.

Let’s say they killed Him for no good reason,

On a foretold day of a certain season.

Let’s go all out then and say He rose from the dead,

No longer the tail but now the Head.

Who would you say He was?

Someone rich or poor?

His name my friend is Jesus,

and He is now Heaven’s Door!