When one day I perish, and my time is come

I wonder, how will I be remembered?

For I wish not to be thought of

as that fashionable popular girl at school

or that cool kid who can ride one wheel.

I don't want to be remembered

by the expensive things I have,

nor the clothes I wear, nor how I look.

Instead, I hope I'll be remembered

as someone who reflected God's love

like a mirror reflecting the Sun.

I wish to be remembered

by the tireless way I served Him.

Oh, I hope I will not be remembered,

But that God's love will be remembered

in my place.

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• Date written: April 20, 2017 • Word Count: 110 • Line Count: 16 • Stanza Count: 3 •