There's only one entrance to heaven.
one doorman to open the gate.
There's no way of storming its bastions,
there's no sneaking in if you wait.

All reservations are taken,
they fill up the maitre ds' book
You can't grease his palm
with a memorized psalm
When the steward peers over the book.

If your names been omitted
you can't get a seat
When the guests are called into the feast.
Cast off into darkness to hunger and thirst
In a pit reserved for the beast.

Rich men can't pay with their ill gotten wealth.
kings and queens can't depend on their laurels.
Good deeds in abundance can't earn you a seat
for men feigning impeccable morals.

There's no second way into heaven
there's no other way up the stairs.
There's no way of gaining admittance!
Lord Jesus reserved all the chairs.

He offers all men free admission
He paid the full price by His Grace
With a penitent heart seek remission of sin
Jesus will greet you and usher you in.

Men filled with pride find it hard to believe
I know I was once one as well
But now that I've seen the sweet mystery of life
My reserved sign's no longer in hell!

MARANATHA