Passing Thoughts
What will they say on the last day
As my ashes are cast to the wind?
Will friends meet, shake hands and greet,
On the banks of some wide river’s bend?
Will they laugh and share favorite stories
Of things we did way back and when?
And someone to say without my friendship
How different life could have been?
Or might no one utter ought in my honor
As though I was none too soon gone?
Their faces reflecting no love or compassion
As they glance at their watches and yawn?
What is my answer to the obvious question
Jesus will ask at His door far above?
“What did you do with gifts I gave you
To tell all the world of My love”?
Will I then gaze upon infinite darkness
Where alone I will pay for my sin?
Or will a crowd gather behind Jesus’ shoulder
To welcome me as I walk in?
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