Things held tightly and dear

Those everyday things will not matter at all

In the light of eternity’s dawn

People we voted for – taxes and death

Things we bought and worshipped

Feelings of hope that faded to pain

Will just be a memory on history’s dark page

Time will be past

These “things” will be gone

Shackles all left by the way

For all that we “own” is this thing we call “love”

When God’s gift of “forever” unfolds

Then saints will recall:

Things must have mattered so much to us then

Things we held tightly and dear

But the truth of the matter – its message so clear

“Love” is the only thing man takes from here..

In the light of eternity’s dawn.