Heaven: The Beggar's Plight

The beggar's plight, to stand outside,

While faith in God must still abide;

The beggar’s placed at heaven's door

To watch and see who will pay more;

An entrance guaranteed, it seems,

At least, in part of some men's schemes;

The tattered man just stands in line

While coins are tossed. "But none is mine."

The beggar waits. He knows God will,

His plan for beggars, yet fulfill.

"They are all gone. Where did they go?”

Is there just one man left to show

That fool's gold tossed inside the door,

Is not e'en good for heaven's floor?

“Well, come right in. They'll not be back;

They wandered off the one true track."

A beggar's fate, God's plan, His will,

The greed of man's heart never still;

Thus, heaven's gates held open wide,

For beggar's who will thus abide,

Walk on God's holy, narrow path.

The other's fate, touch of His wrath.   

What happens to beggars at the gates of heaven?