So, what have you done with your life to date?
Is it all that you had hoped it would be?
Is your soul on fire, emanating warmth
Or are you quick frozen, skating on thin ice.
When you labored for the essentials of living,
Were your days also spent building a wall of pride,
Wrapping yourself in your own conceit; satisfied?
Maybe as long as your strength holds and cynics allow.
If the Lord was not your constant companion,
How could your labors have been anything but wasted?
Your precious possessions left; your soul bereft.
Upon you're spiritual auditing, what will you lay at His feet?