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.