JUDGMENT DAY

I stood at the door of Heaven, I stood at the Lord's great throne,
No one to take my place, judgment on me alone.
As He looked through the Book of Life, I watched as He came to my name,
I wondered what all He would look for, I wondered what my life would claim.

IF GOD

If God wanted clothing, I'd dress like a nun.
If He asked for long faces, and hair in a bun,
I'd do it for Him, if it gladdened His heart,
For I love Him so much, I would shoulder my part.

If God asked that I pass, the man on the road,
He isn't professing, why help with his load?
I'd walk with my nose, way up in the air,
For God doesn't love him, so why should I care?

WHY???  (No. 2)

Why is our appearance, the way that we look
so very important in some people's book?

An image created for others to see,
I can tell you it doesn't appeal so to me.

We can start with the feet, and the shoes that you wear,
Do you think it really matters, does God REALLY care?

If our shoes are opened toes, sling backs or sandals,
Or is it the color that YOU just can't handle?

WHY???

Why is it my hair that draws your attention?
When it is my heart I wish you would mention.

Why is it my attire, the color, the kind
That's so much more important than what's on my mind?