SONG WRITTEN BY
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| Lanny Wolfe |
It matters so little
How much you may own
The places you've been
Or the people that you've known
For it all comes to nothing
When placed at His feet
It is nothing to Jesus
Only memories to keep
You may take all the treasures
From far away lands
Take all the riches
You can hold in your hands
And take all the pleasures
That your riches can buy
But what will you have
When it's your time to die
The days pass so swiftly
The months come and go
The years melt away
Like new falling snow
Spring turns to summer
And summer to fall
Autumn brings winter
Then death comes to all
How much you may own
The places you've been
Or the people that you've known
For it all comes to nothing
When placed at His feet
It is nothing to Jesus
Only memories to keep
You may take all the treasures
From far away lands
Take all the riches
You can hold in your hands
And take all the pleasures
That your riches can buy
But what will you have
When it's your time to die
The days pass so swiftly
The months come and go
The years melt away
Like new falling snow
Spring turns to summer
And summer to fall
Autumn brings winter
Then death comes to all
Only what's done for Christ will (ever) last
Only one chance to do His will
So give to Jesus all you days
It's the only life that pays
When you recall you have but one life
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