Some say that this life is a stage, that from the very start It matters not our role today, when each one plays their part. Others say a dressing room where we gather garment fair Preparing for our eternal home when we get "over there". And there are those who liken life to one gigantic race That every moment we must strive to the ending of our days. If I were asked I'd have to say I see each judgements truth And yet there's more from day to day be we aged or a youth. Our "role" is not important as the condition of our heart So latch onto this simple truth from the very start All the "good works" man can do will not save a soul from sin It takes the risen Savior to reconcile God and man. All the finery one may wear has no way to compare To the robe of righteousness we will wear "over there". If our steps should faulter; or we take off with a blast It's that we keep on going, not placing first or last. Living each day with fresh rejoicing in the Savior of all men If life's a stage, at the final curtian call I'll pass my bow to Him! For it is His joy that gives me strength required for each task By His grace I'm saved from sin, all I needed was to ask. Never more will I be shackeled by the chains of my past. Jesus keeps me day by day, should I slip He holds on fast. When I sometime faulter; He draws me to His breast Heals my wounds and tells me He knows I'll pass the test. So when everything is said and done, each analogy is true For that is where your coming from, your valid point of view. You and I walk as companions in this life we live today Let our feet be steadfast in Him; the Life, the Truth, the Way Should I have some impact on mankind; to Him I owe it all Jesus Christ is center stage for me at life's final curtain call! written by Leola Boyd for my grand-daughter Leola Wadkins who participates in her schools forensics team. You're always a winner in my heart!  
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