Ujamaa Christian Poetry

Open the Gate


I stand with my hand on the latch,
peering through the gate at Glory.
It was a long trip, I am finally home.


Through a life of toil and turmoil,
I trudged along the widened path
that would lead to my destruction.


The going was easy as I trod,
because I followed the easy road,
without my Lord, bound nowhere.


"Father, please let me in," is my prayer.
"I want to be seated next to your Son."
I lifted the latch of shining chrome.

Written by Lou Marin

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Ujamaa Christian Poetry