You Can't Take it With You, by Sean McDowell

Where was I when God’s hands opened

and all light was brought

When there was nothing but silence,

had I even been a thought?
Where was I when Dad said “kill it.”

Was my heart even able to beat?

The only taste I knew was my thumb,

visions and my eyes had yet to meet.
Where was I when cancer took my grandpa,

when smoking took my friends,

or love took me

Probably thinking depressing thoughts

or just watching TV.
Where was I when the house burned down

and with it went my life as a child.

I hated that house anyway.

I hope the fires were tall and wild.
Where will I be in the future,

when this poem is never read?

Everything I ever had will be gone

and I’ll surely be dead.

I don’t know much in this world

except that God is the earth and the day

I realized a long time ago

that nothing’s really mine anyway.