I have my very own short list
Of people I ignore
Those who have offended me
I can now even the score
I pretend I just don’t see them
As if they don’t exist
They wronged and they hurt me
That’s why they are on my list
When on the street I see them
I cross to the other side
If they try to come and greet me
I increase my speed and stride
I compared my list to God’s
He was not picky as expected
He had a lower standard
He list had no one as rejected
He informed me of His choices
Of His lowering the bar
Said that if He judged as I did
Even I wouldn’t make it far
He said “I have no list of left outs’
Those I refuse to recognize
All are equally sinful and unworthy
But I do not one despise
I offer them all salvation
I grant them heaven’s bliss
And for Me to welcome you
You must take them off your list
Your list of unforgiven
Your list of ‘rot in hell’
Your list of ‘that’s the last straw’
If you can’t then I will tell
That you have no name in heaven
For you eternity does not exist
If you call yourself My child
You have no hate on your list
2 Peter 3:8-9 Beloved, do not let this one thing escape your notice: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day. The Lord is not slow to fulfill His promise as some understand slowness, but is patient with you not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance