[NEAL’S NOTE: This poem was from the conclusion to the sermon I preached on this subject from Psalm 90]
If today was my last day and tomorrow found me gone
How would life be different, if that unknown somehow was known
Would I be a better person, would I live a better life
How much would I feed resentment, envy, bitterness and strife?
How would I choose to live, and what would be my emphasis
Being a blessing or a burden, full of service or selfishness?
Where would God be in my life, what place would He occupy,
If today was my last day, and before tomorrow I would die.
If today was my last day, and second chances all were through
And I stood before my judge and my eternal fate I knew
I would mourn and fall before Him, if I had not done what’s right
If I had chosen self and sin, if I had chosen eternal night.
But there’s no reason for apprehension, I can die w/head held high
If I die to self & live to Him, it won’t matter when I die.