If heaven is for real and not a thing made up,
I hope to make it there with all my broken parts.
If hell is for real and not a tale of control,
I hope mercy will suffice to save my scarlet soul.
If heaven is for real and only for the purified,
I dare hope to make the cut among those counted sanctified.
If hell is for real with fires burning loud, relentless, merciless and tall,
I hope God will hear my beggar’s plea and by love, break my fall.
If heaven is for real and not a definite maybe,
I hope He remembers the mustard seed; and be pleased enough to save me.
If hell is for real and is not God’s will for man,
Then in my life, may only God’s will be done.
If heaven is for real and God wills it to be my home,
Then I hope to make it there: first broken, then healed and whole.