Money and wealth my friend, in this life shall come to an end,
While you are here upon this earth, what in life has true worth?
For we deal with money and God, while upon this earthly sod,
I may serve money in stealth, but can’t serve God and wealth.
We may use money for our need, but money isn’t guaranteed,
Our money may not be assured, but, I can count on The Lord,
In a world not sound or sure, only God in this life shall endure,
When it comes to money and God, we are led by Christ’s rod.
In heaven treasure’s to be stored, as we serve an Eternal Lord,
For treasure on earth will not last, as this time soon shall pass,
But the next life is forever, so in heaven, must be our treasure,
So, the question for your life, will it be money or Jesus Christ?
The eye, as the lamp of the body, affects how I spiritually see,
Does it show darkness or light, in a world when wrong is right?
Are we pursuing righteousness, or mislead by some darkness?
Is your eye spiritually healthy, taking God, over being wealthy?
I can’t serve mammon and God, for only He deserves my nod,
My heart’s desire to serve Him, in world that is affected by sin;
What are you storing up friend; where’s the treasure in the end?
What is your heart’s true desire, earthly treasure, or one higher?
(Copyright ©02/2014)
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I would like to translate this poem
Hey Bob, if money isn't that important in the eyes of God, how come those shady televangelists are always beseeching us to send them money. They always want more money and they pretend its a blessing for us if we give it. What a bunch of hooey. I say stop giving money to televangelists. In fact, stop giving it to your church unless you know exactly how it's being spent. God probably knows how to audit a church's books, but I'll bet he never does it. He just lets the church bookkeeper manipulate the figures and get away with embezzlement. But if the stolen money is put to good use, like buying vinyl siding for the bookkeeper's house, you can't really be too sore at him