Does My Life Really Matter?

When the snow blows cold over my grave-stone

And time has long forgotten me

When the life I live is the dust of bones

And my name, not even a memory

Tell me, precious person, oh, tell me true

Does life really matter or what I do?

When the clatter of moment-matter stills

Enshrouded in Past’s endless pall

When season-to-season-to-season spills

Without one thought of me at all

Tell me, will it really matter a bit

This life I live and what I do with it?

What is the meaning and worth of my life?

This pull and push of plow and pen

This little pittance of pleasure and strife

When I die, will it matter then? 

After the laughter and sorrow of years

Will life really matter when time disappears?

When the world is a-whirl with years to come

And I, a faceless name perhaps

On somebody’s family-tree, the sum

Of cares that filled prayers, arms and laps

Will it matter a mite, this flight on sod?

...this rite of passage that leads back to God

Here, where it is certain that Time forgets

The once-upon-a-him-or-her

As its warm wind shimmers from east to west

Over this place where milestones were

Will it really matter, this vapor-cajole?

Oh yes, because life is a matter of soul

© Janet Martin

Not so much The What as For Who?

God never forgets either me or you!

We are all His whether we know it or not!

This matter of moments matters a lot

Because soon we will meet the One who gave

The soul that once wore those bones in the grave


 It is written: “As surely as I live, says the Lord, every knee will bow before Me; every tongue will confess to God.” So then, each of us will give an account of himself to God. Therefore let us stop judging one another. Instead, make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacle in your brother’s way.…

Romans 14:11-13

I know I've posted this song before, but I love it!