A Life Well Lived

A  Life Well Lived

 

How will we be judged

When our journey through life is o’er

And we stand before our maker

At the foot of heaven’s door

Will we be found wanting?

Will we be turned away?

Or will the good Lord smile

And invite us in to stay?

 

Will the gold and silver we possess

Be added to our score

Or will our shabby coat lead us

To be halted at the door?

I believe a loving god

Will welcome all who lived

Showing love to all their brethren

When they had nothing else to give

 

A rich man flinging coins

From the riches he possessed

Without showing compassion

Will surely not be blessed

It matters not to a loving God

What success a man achieved

Or how low his station in life

For him to be received

 

A life well lived in the eyes of God

As he observes us from above…

Were we there for those who needed us

Reaching out to them with love?

 

Copyright©2006 Beatrice Boyle

(All rights reserved)

 

Reviews

[Viper9]

These are thoughts worth thinking, worth expressing, worth sharing. I was reminded of one of my favourite sermon tropes (copied from the Web) . . .

Several cotton farmers were whiling away a winter afternoon around the potbellied stove. They soon became entangled in a heated discussion on the merits of their respective religions. The eldest of the farmers had been sitting quietly, just listening, when the group turned to him and demanded, "Who's right, old Jim? Which one of these religions is the right one?"

"Well," said Jim thoughtfully, "you know there are three ways to get from here to the cotton gin. You can go right over the big hill. That's shorter but it's a powerful climb. You can go around the east side of the hill. That's not too far, but the road is rougher'n tarnation. Or you can go around the west side of the hill, which is the longest way, but the easiest.

"But you know," he said, looking them squarely in the eye, "when you get there, the gin man don't ask you how you come. He just asks, 'Man, how good is your cotton?'"

(That's what it's all about, in the end, isn't it? How good is your cotton?)

[Ivor]

On the final judgement day
the judge may be yourself.
No matter if you lived your life
in poverty or wealth.

There's many mansions in this land
and like will follow like.
No matter how you travelled there
by limousine or bike.

I'm sure you'll get your just reward
whatever that may be.
No matter where you get to stay
for all eternity!

Bea,

Couldn't resist.... now you've got me wondering where I'll end up!

Ivor

[Angel Baby]

Such a beautiful write you have written. Found it a wonderful pleasure to read. Very insightful and full of truth. Thanks for sharing. God bless and many hugs to you. P.W.

[Lorrie]

I to believe that rich men flaunting money and not showing compassion will suffer more than those who have nothing but compassion and love to give. Heavenly Father is a true and just God. He loves us all unconditionally but when the time comes to be judged by our works...will they be good enough to enter into his home. Very well done.

[DanaRegen]

Very nice poem Beatrice, I just wanted to let you know that ill be considering this poem for an award in my contest, so good luck!! Once again fabulously done poem,
-Dana :)

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

Nice. I loved every word!

FF

[Anita B Jacques]

Bravo Bea, I love your poem it's beautiful A life well lived, a good guide for our destination. One reminder is
It's never too late to change path. Thank you for sharing, God Bless

[Michael X]

a beautiful proverb flowing straight from the heart, this has spiritually uplifting effect in the idea no matter what faith or belief, wise and sentimental