Wait For Me At the Gate

Of my sister

And four brothers you

 were my favourite.

Although I was too young to remember much

About you

As you were in grade six

 by the time I started school.

I remember you joined the navy

And traveled the world.

During your visits home during your leave

You told me you visited

Princes. Kings, Prime Ministers, Presidents

as well as the poor folks.

My young mind wondered if

You were too Important to

Expect you, when the time came, and

you went first

 to be waiting for me

at Heaven’s gate.

I was the last to leave home.

You went to the east coast

To be stationed there and

to the ships you went to sea, close.

I went west to my own adventures.

I’m glad, through your influence,

I found a church to attend

and found a decent crowd of friends to hang around

 with and not a wild crowd

 that would drag me down;

so called friends that would keep me from

 meeting you at Heaven’s gate.

Eventually, By God’s guidance, correspondence,

 And personal visits from you I came to know Jesus

As my own personal Savior

You passed away, but I know when my time comes,

that both of us

 are prepared to meet at Heaven’s gate.