Out of This Life

Out of this life Im unable to take Things of silver and gold I make. All that I cherish and hoard away, And I leave, on this earth must stay. All that I gather, and all that I keep, I must leave behind when I fall asleep. And I wonder often what I shall own In that other life, when I pass alone. What shall they find, and what shall they see In the soul that answers the call for me? Shall the Great Judge learn, when my task is through, That my spirit has gathered some riches too? Or...