Now, what becomes of all
the things I own?
My house, my cars and money in the bank,
And what about the things I have on loan?
I'm coming up with nothing but a blank.
My life is passing right before my eyes,
And one day I will meet eternity,
I'll see my friends and say my last goodbyes,
As for my future, what will be will be.
But what about the things that I now own?
I laboured hard to get the things I need,
I worked my fingers right down to the bone,
Now, what have I accomplished with my greed?
The things I have down here will disappear,
The day I enter God's celestial sphere.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul