Our Claim To Fame
What is our claim to fame,
maybe money, things, toys or a great career?
Money can be good then fought over when we die.
Things come and go,
making us happy and sad.
Toys like a new car,
did we really need it?
A great career,
to tell the world what?
I am someone.
Am I working myself to death but why?
Our claim to fame has a price,
how much are we willing to pay?
It would be better if we could say,
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
I am a simple person wanting God's favor over me.
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