The Resume of My Life

 The Resume of My Life

I prepared the resume of my life on earth,  

Listing all my accomplishments since birth.  

Submitted it to heaven, hoping they'd see—  

My noble acts of kindness and generosity.  

The angels gathered, eyes on every earthly acclaim,  

And asked, “Where in here has she called the Lord’s name?”  

They saw the degrees earned, the honors  declared,  

And the volunteer work that showed how I cared.  

But all of those good works were missing one vital thing:  

They were done in my strength—not in God's name.  

I had letters of praise from respected men,  

But they were hollow words, void within.  

It’s not about what we achieve,  

What matters is who we receive.  

If Jesus isn’t the foundation we lay,  

We’re just building on straw and on hay.  

God sees our hearts and our thoughts within—  

Those are the things that matter to Him.  

And when we’ve failed, He looks to see  

If we let Him restore what He called us to be.  

So throw out your resume, come before Him exposed,  

For all of those things in your heart He already knows.  

No matter how polished your resume looks before men,  

God sees what’s truly recorded within.  

He sees our hearts as they are—  

Every emotion of love, hate, and scar.  

Success in heaven isn’t based on promotion or pay,  

But in the God you trust in with each passing day. 

I prepared my resume, thought God would be impressed—  

But I found out He could care less.  

My resume was tossed, no longer on display,  

And my heart now stands in its place—until the final day.

© 2025 Sandra C. Johnson