(Just recently my friend, who inspired this poem died. After visiting him in the nursing home several months ago, these words came to me on the way home, while God displayed a marvelous sunset in the sky… it made me wonder…)
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What do I own at the end of the day,
When the sun goes down on my old, pale frame?
What do I own in this world so vast,
My house, my car, the wealth I amassed?
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What do I own when I sit by my bed,
When visits are few, and young days have fled?
What do I own, when I’m at my life’s end,
My kids, my husband, my wife, my friend?
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No! All these things were for a short time.
Had them a while, for moments they’re mine.
What do I own at the end of the day,
When the sun goes down on my old, pale frame?
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I own the gifts that God gave to me,
The lasting ones, the ones that were free.
I own my joy, and the love of the Lord,
The hope and peace which no money affords.
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I own repentance, the tears that I shed
over sins in my life, own the blood that Christ bled.
I own His forgiveness, His mercy and love,
They’re not of this earth, but they’re gifts from above.
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Mark 8:36
For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his soul?
Heidi Viars 
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