A Pure Heart, a poem by Gregg Hake
Dig down deep sweet little lamb,
For in you lies the cure.
You must prepare for the exam-
Your heart must straight be pure.
Some say you’ve come, some say not yet-
In time, we’ll surely know.
One thing’s for sure, were I to bet-
The world will fear the show.
Unless, of course, we do not wait
To enter in at the strait gate.