When I have been forgotten and long gone,
with all my sad possessions left behind,
God's memory will keep me on and on,
and I will be so glad that He is kind.
When all the people I have known are dead,
what I have done for them in life will stay,
the only thing now that I have to dread
is if I have mistreated them some way.
My ancestors await me there in heaven,
and hopefully they'll welcome me above,
I still must get my awful sins forgiven,
and do here yet a lot more prayer and love.
O God, I'm grateful You remember me,
help me be worthy of Your memory.
-- by Pete Voelz 4/09
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