TREASURES


by: Author Unknown


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.

Tho' I have toiled for a painting rare
To hang on the wall, I must leave it there.
Tho' 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.

What shall they find, and what
Shall they see, in the soul that
Answers the call for me?
Shall the Great Judge learn

When my task is through,
That my spirit has gathered some riches too?
Or shall at last it be mine to find
That all I'd worked for I'd left behind.


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