I don't mind
if you've got something nice to say about me
And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
You could take my picture
and hang it in a gallery
Of all who's who
and so-n-so's that used to be the best
At such'n'such ...
it wouldn't matter much
I won't lie,
it feels alright to see your name in lights
We all need an 'Atta boy' or 'Atta girl'
But in the end
I'd like to hang my hat on more besides
The temporary trappings of this world
I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love?
Did I point to You enough
To make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy
and grace who blessed your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy
I don't have to look too far or too long awhile
To make a lengthly list of all that I enjoy
It's an accumulating trinket and a treasure pile
Where moth and rust
thieves and such will soon enough destroy
Not well traveled,
not well read, not well-to-do or well bred
Just want to hear instead,
"Well Done" good and faithful one...
"Legacy" by Nicole Nordeman