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Out of This Life

Out of This Life
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 earth must stay.
Though I have toiled for a painting rare
to hang on my wall, I must leave it there.
Though I call it mine and boast its worth,
I must give it up when I quit the earth.
All that I gather and all that I keep
I must leave behind when I fall asleep.
And I wonder often, just what I shall own
in that other life, when I pass alone.
What shall He find and what shall He see
in the soul that answers the call for me?
Shall the great Judge learn, when my task is through,
That my soul had gathered some riches, too?
Or shall at the last, it be mine to find,
That all I had worked for I had left behind?

 

--Author Unknown

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