I don't want to leave with too much regrets,
Of things undone,
And words unsaid,
Too ashamed to stand in front of You,
On that day.
Looking back to tomorrow and a little more,
I want to remember that there was something I was fighting for,
I gave my whole heart, I gave it my all,
Whether to succeed or fail,
I fulfilled my call.
Looking back to 20 years from now,
I hope I see fruits, from the seeds I have sown,
In these flocks of sheep, though none are my own,
At least, I pray,
That I too, will produce Your fruit.
And when my hair turns grey,
And my voice a sour tune,
May I still please You,
With the song of my youth,
Living according to Your Word,
Finding the lost, loving the hurt.
And on that day,
I wonder what I'd say,
"Finally",
Or "Please not me".
Though even more curious am I,
Of what You would say,
On that day.
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