Heaven’s Invitation Free to All
By Mabel Corine Craker
Have you purchased a ticket to heaven? If not, why not? Can you say? There is one that awaits your procuring, And Christ is the agent to-day. There can be no mistake in the passage, As but one road leads to the place, And no other agent can issue A passport which time can’t efface. And now, as to checking your baggage— There may be some chattels you prize Above others. You may wish to take with you Much raiment and other supplies. Now, the road is exceedingly narrow, There are numerous highlands quite steep, And the less that you start with, the better, As baggage you’ll find hard to keep. You need not prepare any raiment, For your clothes would all be “out of date” When you reach the end of the journey, And their fashion might make you too late. Besides, garments woven in heaven Included with tickets you’ll find, And needed supplies are all furnished By Owners controlling the line. Insurance? Why, yes. They’ll insure Your life past the doors of the grave; But not for your friends or your kinsmen. For your profit the policy’s made. Eternity’s freighted with treasures. Heaven’s palaces, decked with pure gold, Will open their doors to the faithful When this world’s weary story is told. Should you deem that the road is too narrow, Should you long for the pleasures below, Should you tire of the few who are trav’ling, And think that their progress is slow, You need not pursue the way further; No force will compel you to stay. But think of the road you’ll be treading Should you turn from your Saviour away? Think not that because the way’s straitened, And sometimes the clouds hang quite low, No sunshine e’er pierces the shadow, And no flowers of rare beauty blow. There’s nothing can equal the freedom, The joy, and the peace, and the love, Of those who are trav’ling to Zion, With their sins sent before to their God. Now, what do you think of the journey? Are you ready and willing to go? Your destiny hangs in the balance, Awaiting your choice here below. Come now, while the Day-star is shining, E’er the darkness of night seals your fate, And you hear from the lips of the Saviour The terrible sentence, “Too late!”