Supposing today was your last day on earth,
The last mile of the journey you've trod,
After all of your troubles, how much are you worth?
How much can you take home to God?
Count not your possessions - your silver and gold-
For tomorrow you leave these behind
And all that is yours to have and to hold -
Are the services you've given mankind.
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