Left Behind

Out of this life I shall never take

Things of silver and gold I make

All that I cherish and hoard away

After I leave, on this earth must stay.

Though I have toiled for a painting rare

To hang on the wall.  I must leave it there.

Though I call it mine, and boast its worth

I must give it up when I leave this earth.

All that I gather and all that I keep

I must leave behind when I fall asleep

And I often wonder what I shall own

In that other life when I pass alone.

And what shall God find, and what shall he see

In the soul that answers the call for me.

Shall the Great Judge find when my task is through

That my spirit has gathered some riches too.

Or shall at last be it mine to find

That all that I worked for I left behind.

                                        Author Unknown