Things

There are things that make me worry,
And things that make me sad;
There are things that make me sorry,
And things that make me mad.

There are things that steal my joy,
And things that steal my time;
There are things that sap my strength,
And things that cloud my mind.

But they’re all just temporary,
These things that hinder and bind;
For one day He’ll call me home
And I’ll leave them all behind.

©1992 J M McIntosh

For we brought nothing into this world,
And it is certain we can carry nothing out.
(Timothy 6:7)