Just supposing today were your last day on Earth,
The last mile of the journey you've trod,
After all your struggles,
how much are you worth,
How much can you take home to God?
Don't count as possessions your silver or gold,
For tomorrow you leave them behind.
And all you'll have to take,
to have and to hold,
Are the blessings you've given mankind.
Just what have you done as you've journeyed along,
That was really and truly worth while?
Do you think that your good deeds could offset the wrong?
Could you look at your life and smile?
We're only supposing, but if it were real
And we voiced our deeds since our birth
And we figured the profits we've made in life’s deal,
How much are we really worth?
(My Aunt Rose quoted this poem at her grandson, Rocky's, mission farewell. It was a poem that my Grandma often quoted. LOVE it!)