Heav’n is not “pie in the sky”
Nor harps ‘n puffed clouds “by and by”
Hope’s not some delusion
But free-will-collusion
With grace that Christ died to supply

Heav’n’s feast offers more than sky-pies
“Rich food and choice wines” will surprise (Is. 25)
To taste the “Lamb’s Supper”
Confess your mess-uppers (Mt. 3:2)
To you, His own Blood He applies

The enemy’s clutches you’ll fly
As daily you choose “Humble Pie”
God’s banquet reserved
For “children” who served
The King hid within all who cry (Mt. 25)