Where are they going?
Squash court, tennis, friends?
In, out, to work or other errands?
None of the above they say
As they quietly make their way
Where are they going?
Pausing their thrilling lives,
With a polite smile they leave their wives
Kids brawling, screaming and calling
But forward still they are proceeding
Where are they going?
Some on foot or cars shiny and black
Others on two wheeled horseback
Are they after a prize?
Where are they heading is it a surprise?
Where are they going?
Some once, others twice
For a few fortunate ones five times
Winding over pathways
Across lawns and down hallways
Where are they going?
Responding to the floating call
That arrives at every fortified wall
Through the air comes the calling
But few are found listening
Where are they going?
To His house where furniture there is none
To stand in rows in unison
They arrive with every step growing
As the angels stand recording
Where are we going?
At the next invitation to success
Let it not slip into a dark recess
From our houses to His let us proceed
And plant in our records a righteous seed
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