August 18, 2007
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In my pre-teen years I remember each year in the summer-time we attended the annual meeting of the New Barclay Cemetery, where my grandparents are buried. At this event there was always a program, in which the younger set were asked (required) to participate with a recitation etc.
In going through a file recently I happened upon a poem I recited at the event which I’ll pass along today. Author unknown.

What will it profit, when life here is o’er,
Though great worldly wisdom I gain,
If seeking knowledge, I utterly fail
The wisdom of God to obtain?

What will it profit, when life here is o’er,
Though gathering riches and fame,
If, gaining the world, I lose my own soul,
And in heaven unknown is my name?

What will it profit, when life here is o’er,
Though earth’s farthest corners I see,
If going my way and doing my will
I miss what His love planned for me?

What will it profit, when life here is o’er
Though earth’s fleeting love has been mine,
If seeking its gifts, I fail to secure
The riches of God’s love divine?

What will it profit? My soul, stop and think
What balance that day will declare!
Life’s record laid bare, will gain turn to loss
And leave me at last to despair?

Russ Nesbit