“Could you open the door for me?” I asked just once more,

“Nay” replied the porter, at the heavenly door.

“The Father says, you haven’t sung your prayers down there

 You haven’t had time enough for me

You made friends, you earned your fame

But never once thought of me.

Worldly knowledge was dear to you

The most learned of men, they called thee.

Never did you bring bread to a hungry child’s mouth

Never did you serve a person in need.

Wife, Children, brothers and sisters,

Built their home in your heart so deep.

Even as I, your Heavenly Father was around

Never did you love me once, never did you speak.

When my priest spoke to you about me

You had no time to hear, no need for me.

Today in my Court, in my Heaven

Amongst Men who all love me, you gain no welcome,

You seem a stranger to me…”