Am I the last one standing?
The last one from our clan...
Am I the one to go next?
Predestined before time began.
The memories of my loved ones,
Bring tears to my eyes...
But the images are fading,
I sadly realise.
Who will remember us,
In years yet to come?
Why do we exist,
And be what we become?
Is there a point to life,
That has slipped my mind?
When others look to the past,
What will they find?
Will I leave a legacy,
To be carried on with time?
Will I inspire others,
Their mountain in life to climb?
It's never too late now,
To create something unique.
Why not start a project today,
Of which generations will speak.
God has blessed each of us
With a special gift.
Let us use it wisely
As through this life we drift.
Let us share the wonders
God has bestowed on us.
Granting us salvation,
Through His Son, Jesus.
Am I the last one standing?
The last one from our clan...
I'm proud if I'm the one to go next,
Predestined before time began.
(By Doreen Hardie)
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