Just Junk

Friend of mine collects things
And when on her I call
I notice all her belongings
Piled high against the wall.

I often used to wonder why
God wouldn’t let us bring
Any of our possessions when
We went to live with him.

Now, I think I know the answer
For when we’re thro’ the race
Couldn’t resist the urge to pack
And clutter up God’s space.

~ J.E. Dyrholm ~