A life well-lived cannot be defined
by fame or fortune or things deemed mine.
It is never secured under lock and key,
or hidden by a mask of falsity.
Neither can it ever be bought or sold
for pieces of silver or bars of gold.
It is never new; instead ragged and worn
by continuous use from the moment we're born.
Singed by fire and dusted by grace,
its lessons are learned through the trials that we face.
The ones who are wise seek the help of a Guide,
While those with ego, rely on their pride.
In a world where fortunes are treasured in banks,
the Savior knows who has knelt to give thanks.
And those, by far, are the richest of all
who have heard and shared and answered His call.
They are the ones sustained every day.
They rely on the Lord to show them the way.
He stands beside them in sickness and health;
His love and mercy are proof of their wealth.
And when this life is over and they are called home,
a glorious reunion awaits at God's throne.
Where the Father will dance and heaven resound
as the faithful servant is presented his crown.
And left here to mourn are people like me;
though sad, I am grateful He allowed me to see
that what really matters, the things to hold dear
are memories made and the love that we share.
Beautiful lessons are learned in His name
for the Spirit steps in to kindle the flame.
Love is never lost; friends are never apart.
Forever they're with you, carried deep in your heart.
~ Linda Gleason ~
Copyright © 2008
