The Open Gate

Ten thousand years ago, 

    maybe ten million, 

      perhaps even more,

        the gate was opened, 

to swing wide for evermore.

Sinners paused to behold, 

    the marvel of grace, 

      and unexpected mercy,

        pausing for a moment,

then racing lest it close.

 

No need to hurry and run, 

    grace all sufficient, 

      keeps the hinges open,

        inside they look, 

for folks like you and me.

  

Ah, such a glorious gate, 

     just inside He waits, 

      along with the angels,

        and clapping saints, 

to shout "Welcome Home!"