My Goal

Measure my life by things accomplished,

Not by the days or years now dim;

Trace on my life my Saviour’s likeness

Till all can see I’ve walked with Him.

Nought of the past is worth the cleaving,

Not for earth’s tributes shall I strive.

If I but lay up treasures in heaven,

There are the things that shall survive.

Yesterday’s manna cannot nourish,

Feed me with living bread I pray,

Let my life radiate one message:

I sat at Jesus feet today.

By Barbara C. Ryberg