Out of This Life

Out of this life I cannot take
Things of silver and gold I make;
All that I cherish and hoard away,
After I leave on earth must stay.

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.

I wonder often just what I shall own
In that other life where I go alone;
What shall He find, and what shall He see
In the soul that answers the call for me?

Shall the great Judge say, when I am through,
That I've laid up treasure in heaven too?
Or shall it at last be mine to find
That all I had worked for I left behind?
"For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly." Romans 5:66For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. (Romans 5:6).