Who will weep for me,
When I pass away,
Who will shed a tear,
Upon my fresh grave?
How many tearful mourners,
Will it take to know,
That my life was worthwhile,
And not just a shallow show.
What of the human soul,
For whom no one will weep,
That at the open graveside,
No mourners there will meet.
What measure then will God use,
To test a persons worth,
When fame and fortune fade,
As naked we leave this earth.
But perhaps heaven then will fill
With songs and trumpet blasts,
To welcome in a once lost son,
Come home to rest at last.
December 28th
