What we have is not equal to what we are.....

My Friend what are we afraid to lose that we would hold after this breath of life expires and the silver cord is severed, And this dirt laid/made flesh retires? Can it be preserved, This stuff we've made our lives?
Can we hold it in our hands before Him, The giver of all things? Will it match the value of crimson royalty? Could it be counted a worthy exchange?

And when He holds out His hands before us…..the ones that bear our names, what then, what then? The spoil of our life will be as ashes in the wind. Dear friend count the cost……what is it to gain this kindling wood world if our souls are to be lost. Let's mark our selves of Him, And store our treasures in Heaven, And shake the ashes from our feet.