This poem was written about the coming end to my service as a full-time missionary. I have two months left and it is starting to feel real. However, I wrote it to also double as an end to this life. I find that the most growth comes in those moments where we evaluate where we are and create a vision of where we want to go. I want to be faithful to what I know and believe in to the very end of my life, always being found in the service of others.
Is is really my time,
Oh, Lord must I go?
At the end of the road,
Do my efforts now show?
Did I labor with all
My heart and my might
Or was I distracted
And lost out on light?
Did I keep all my cov'nants
Or just see the rules?
Did I learn from His wisdom
Or seek to please fools?
Did I trust in my Savior?
Did I truly become?
When I struggled within
To His feet did I run?
Did I make my Lord proud?
When I see him again
Will I praise Him aloud
Or hide shameful in sin?
Now I look back and see
Through the course of my days
He saved my poor soul
In a number of ways.
No words can express
The thoughts of my heart.
He whispers to me
"You've finished your part."
There's really no ending
It's time to move forward
To another beginning
So keep looking onward.
Yes, I'm ready to go
My departure is near
And the love of my Lord
Erases all fear.
I have fought a good fight
While my Lord kept me safe.
I have finished my course
I have kept strong the faith.
2 Timothy 4:16-17
D&C 4:2
