Supposing today were your last day on earth,
The last mile of the journey you've tread;
After all of your struggles, how much are you worth
How much can you take home to God?
Don't count as possessions your silver and gold
Tomorrow you leave these behind
And all that is yours to have and to hold
Is the service you've given to mankind.
The last mile of the journey you've tread;
After all of your struggles, how much are you worth
How much can you take home to God?
Don't count as possessions your silver and gold
Tomorrow you leave these behind
And all that is yours to have and to hold
Is the service you've given to mankind.
~author unknown
Happy Sunday!
*HUGS*
Happy Sunday!
Beautiful poem. I love it and the pictures are great!
ReplyDeleteThanks for that. I needed it.
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