Well Done, Faithful One Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

He hadn't made a difference…
He didn't change a thing…
Yet he showed up at Heaven's doorstep
with only the clothes on his back
and holding a golden ring

He was met at the gate by Saint Peter…

"What have you done to enter here?
What is it that you bring?
Have you done anything worth noting?
For even the trees raise their arms up to Heaven…
And the birds have their songs that they sing."

"But what have you accomplished
since your birth on the earth,
that makes you think you can sit with its King? ! "

He opened his hand, exposing the ring…
This ring I hold is very old… And over time has turned to gold
I made this ring many years ago
from a nail that pierced my Lord's feet

He told me to remember Him when I quench my thirst,
and that He's there-- in the bread that I eat

That being said--
There is nothing I can do-- nor can I give
But I believe upon Him
that though I am dead
yet, shall I live!

Saint Peter thought for a moment…
Yes-- I will let you enter here-in
But not of yourself
for though you have nothing to offer--
you have faith in the one who is without sin

And as he entered, he heard his Lord's voice…
"I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life"

"Be with me now on this day, and rejoice.
Today you'll be with me forever in Heaven…
Rejoice! Rejoice!
For thus ‘tis the end of thy strife! "