The Bank Of Good Deeds Poem by Terry L. Allen
The Bank Of Good Deeds
When my days are over
and the good Lord
calls me home.
When I reach the pearly gates
and for my life's accounting
I do wait.
Will my account
at God's bank of good deeds
be full or over drawn?
For my sins do I still
have a debt yet to pay
or have I paid it as
I've gone along each day?
Will St Peter let me in
the pearly gates or
have my sins earned me a
debtors fate.
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