Our
riches are fading, and soon they’ll be gone;
Eternity
comes, and we won’t have a dime.
So
what will we do at eternity’s dawn,
If
all of our planning was only for time?
Should
we set your eyes upon that which is not?
Our
riches will certainly make themselves wings.
Right
now is the time to be giving this thought,
And
not when it’s too late to remedy things.
For
what shall it profit our soul if we gain
The
title to own all the earth may now give
Yet
lose our own soul which we comfort in vain,
Though
fair-weather friends may applaud how we live?
Indeed,
there was never an offer so strange
As
trading our soul for a temporal pleasure.
Though
many continue to make this exchange,
The
height of its folly is too great to measure.
O
Lord, we give thanks for the questions You posed,
Exposing
extraordinary choices presented.
So
help us to reach those whose hearts are not closed
Before
the exchange of their soul is lamented.
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