EVERYMAN

When someone near us dies
We then re-realize
What’s easy to forget—
That we owe God a debt.

Our lives are only lent
That they may be well spent
And that before we go
We’ll have good deeds to show.

But at His beckoning
We make our reckoning
And face up to our shame,
Incurring rightful blame,

Or joyfully celebrate
Lives bountiful and great.

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