An old hymn says" In the sweet bye and bye,
We will all gather on that far distant shore".
For at some place and point in time we'll die.
Or not be here on this Earth's plain anymore.

We will leave all worries and cares behind us.
When our mortal bodies have turned to dust.
Then hungry moths will eat all our old  clothing,
And all our earthly treasures will turn into rust.

Do not know just how the world will judge me.
I do wonder what my epitaph will have to say.
When I pass will I leave some traces behind me.
Or will all memories of this life just fade away.

I do know that it was with a price I was bought
So I hope my time here on Earth was not wasted.
That my struggles were  not counted for naught.
Good times  were  savored,  but only lightly tasted

I'm only God's little thread, just one tiny little design
Just a fleeting thought within God's noble mind.
He alone held the pattern of this brief life of mine.
For He is the master weaver upon the skeins of time.

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