When My Time Has Run Out

 When we reach a certain age, it's been my experience that we spend a little more time reflecting on what lies ahead. Regardless of what we may do to try and extend our time on this earth, we all have an expiration date, much like a carton of milk. These bodies aren't made to last forever, and they don't. One look at a cemetery will confirm that statement. With that in mind, I would like to share a poem that was written by a friend of mine on the writing web site, Fan Story. Her name is Debi Marquette and when she shared this with me, it resonated, so I thought I'd pass it on.

                                               When My Time Has Run Out

                               At the end of the day, do I know that I've done

                              Everything that I could, not to hurt anyone

                              Did I gossip at all, would my parents be proud

                              Have I held on to hurt, more than should be allowed

                             Did I welcome someone, try to show them the ropes

                             Or just think of myself, try to crush all their hopes

                             When I saw souls were lost, did help them to find

                             Did I do all I could, to help their peace of mind

                             I keep doubting myself, do I have what it takes

                             I am thankful that Jesus died for my mistakes

                             Did I let anger go,  or did I cause a scene

                             Have I forgiven all, try to wipe the slate clean

                            Have I given enough, where I most need to give

                            Do I live in a way, that I know I should live

                            Do I feel empathy, to those most needing love

                            Have I prayed when I should, to my Lord up above

                            I try not to judge, I know it's not my place

                           There are times I have strayed, from His sweet loving grace

                           Have I been good enough, am I still at a loss

                           Do I fully accept what He did on the cross

                          When its all said and done, has my name been engraved

                          So when I leave this earth, will I know I've been saved

                          When I look at my life, see what it's been about

                          Do I know where I'll be when my time has run out

Of course our works aren't what saves us, but our lives should certainly be a reflection of our beliefs. When people look at us, do they see something they would like to emulate, or are they turned off by our speech and actions?

I hope that in the quiet times, when you're alone with yourself, you'll take a moment to reflect on the kind of person you are, and who you would like to be. The world could use some real heroes right now. Perhaps you fill the bill.