The House of Glory

The House of Glory

Life wasn’t like the one that was promoted

This life has been such a sad story—

Just substitute the names from the ones of old,

Is it too late to go into the house of glory?

People passing you by in the streets,

Sayin’ “How are you?” – “I’m well”

But the truth is they’ve hidden from the world,

In reality, their lives have been nothing short of hell.

How have we’ve gotten ourselves in such position?

Has the truth become such a darned imposition?

Is it too late rewrite that old, old story

And come into the house of glory?

Give me a sip, you say, of that old trouble remover

And let’s drown away all of this pain.

But at the end of this long day, say son,

What has that drink really gained?

But up ahead is that a light that I see?

That faint flicker so far away--

Tell me Lord is that you coming for me?

Because this place wasn’t meant for me to stay.

I heard you say put away the troubles of my mind—

That you'll give some peace for me to find.

Can you please rewrite this sad, sad story,

And lead me into the house of glory?

Greg Butz

May 24, 2009

This poem was very influenced by a couple of Bill Withers songs, that I was listening to today while grading papers. One line was “the house of glory” and from that idea, inspired and thus transpired the rest of this poem. I was very curious to write about life from the other perspective—hope you enjoyed this little poem. Just incase you’re wondering, I don’t believe that my life has been a sad story, because of the One who lives through me.