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?
What do I own when I sit on my bed,
When visits are few and my vigor has fled?
What do I own when I’m there at the end?
My kids? My husband? My wife? My friend?
No! All these things they were never mine.
Had them a while, brief moments in time.
What do I own at the end of the day,
When the sun goes down on my old, pale frame?
I own the gifts that the Lord 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.
Mark 8:36
“For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his soul?”
(Pictures, Heidi Viars, 2019, Poem by Heidi Viars – revisited from 2013)
Heidi Viars 
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