Sand Through The Glass

The sun descends from the sky, Another day now at its end. More grains of sand slip through the glass, Measuring the time I have left to spend. It makes me wonder to myself, Is all I've done truly enough? Will God welcome me with a smile, Or will I be another soul to rebuff? When God looks down from his throne, Will he be pleased by what he will see? Am I squandering this gift of life, That God has bestowed to me? I know not the secret of life, Nor how to live it the correct way. These answers I will only learn, When I face my judgement day.