Daily Bread. Poem by david lessard

What is money,
when you can't take it with you?
What is a huge house?
You can't take it to the grave;
What are your possessions worth
when you are dead?
When you are no longer with us,
where then, is your cave?

Look instead to things that last forever,
Like family, friends and the Lord above;
Like honor, duty and forgiveness,
and a multitude of everlasting love.

Take in the wonder of the nightly stars,
Embrace the mystery of any life;
Shed off the burden of past sorrow,
Unshackle any signs of strife.

We all go the final destination,
We all go to the journey's end;
But what we do will last tomorrow,
And today is what we have to tend.

Are you prepared for the final chapter?
Are you content if you die today?
Or must you turn your life around?
If that's you, then for you I want to pray.

Lord, take this soul and give it strength,
Take this life and bless its holy name;
Let there be a new creation from you,
One without fear and guilt and shame.

Let your hands transform this body,
Let your love shine in its place;
Take away the sins committed,
And of the old heart, leave no trace.

Thank you Lord, for your forgiveness,
Thank you Lord, for our daily bread;
Thank you Lord for our salvation,
Thank you for all that have been fed.