The Heavenly White House

In Heaven the White House will be made of gold

With greenery all around // accenting the shiny and bold

The rooms filled with portraits of Presidents past

Looking for ones whose die was cast

In truth and justice, moral fortitude and integrity

As the Presidents pass by // each with a door key

They’re believing and hoping their key will fit the door

As they’re walking up the steps // they are still not sure

As many come and go // their keys won’t fit the lock

Those remaining really wonder as time stops on the clock

For those who have not arrived there is an encouraging note

We’ll leave the light on for you // there is always hope

That somewhere down the line we’ll find

One with justice and integrity and an honest mind

To live in the Golden White House in the pines

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth