Jostling past the other pushers to be first on the train,
I push and shove and love to complain.
If I'm first, in time, I'll find a seat and sit down,
There's a man giving out free tickets, I'll take one.
'Free ticket to heaven, be first in line'
I've got mine, my greed doth shine.
He opens the door, invites me to be first,
I should go through? never to come back? that would be the worst.
Hold on! , That's not what I want! , Not so fast! ,
No! , I'll change my ways! , 'the first shall be last'.
Now I give out free tickets, they're grabbed from my hand,
The greedy selfish people, heavens first to understand.
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a very very amusing twist, written with great style and wit perfect for a church sermon 10+