Where in the world do we go when we die?
Can you really swallow it’s up in the sky?
Maybe it’s hot if below we go.
Does it really matter? Do we really need to know?
What will you change? What will you do?
If I tell you now about residue?
Residue you say? What does this mean?
After living your life, residue is what you leave.
Residue in the lives of those you have touched,
Thoughts in the minds of those you have loved,
Pain and sorrow for those who love you,
Eased by the presence of your residue.
Residue spreads through service you have rendered,
Into the lives of those you have tendered,
Reflected in the acts of those you inspired,
Is residue from a life touched by God’s fire.
(Written in memory of Christine (Winnie) Winston and Hoyt Hudgens.)
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