Saint Peters Gate Poem by Dennis Walker

Saint Peters Gate



No one can see you standing in the field of clover
Everyone is grieving you thinking your life is over
But you sit so quiet at Saint Peters gate
Waiting for Saint Peter to deliver your fate
Will it be heaven will it be hell
Until Saint Peter has been through the book no one can tell

Saint peter speaks so softly opening the first page
You see your life before you as if upon a stage
Seeing your birth feeling your mothers pain
Then you smile with love as she calls your name
Looking up from the cradle wanting your mother’s milk
Greedily you suckle and nuzzle to the breast as soft as silk

Another page is turned your sitting on her knee
She bounces’ you up and down 1,2,3
Your life looks so good all those childhood dreams
The points Saint Peter is counting as he watches all the scenes
The book is moving forward now at such a rapid pace
Seeing all the people you have known recognizing every face

In life you were a carpenter just like our dear Lord
You worked so many hours to give all you could afford
A loving wife two loving children what more could you ask
To keep them safe and happy you did every task
The work sometimes frightened you when high up on a roof
But the Lord was stood beside you Saint Peter shows you proof

Saint Peter has two columns in your life book
Seeing everything you did and what action you took
Where you the Good Samaritan when walking down the street?
Did you help the poor and be kind be gentle to all you meet?
Looking across at Saint Peter marking in the book
You twist your head and shuffle to get a better look

He sees what you are doing he smiles and gives a strict look
You turn sit up straight you knew what he meant that is all it took
Your life is flying by as it is played out on the stage
You have love joy and sadness laid out in the turning of each page
You see your wife your family the ones you held so dear
O how you are going to miss them your sadness is so clear

Saint Peter moves towards you and wipes away your tears
Just the gentle touch from his hand drives away the fears
The gates start to open what a magnificent sight you see
Saint Peter takes you by the hand you know you are free
All your troubles gone now no pain on fear
As you walk through the gates the thought of your family give you a little tear

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