Financial Gain Moral Decline Poem by Michael P. Johnson

We toil and seek for all we’re worth
We’ll rummage, duck and dive
Lustful pursuing throughout the earth
A little while to thrive

However rich however poor
Though pauper prince or king
Nothing we find will life endure
When time from earth takes wing

Though standing strong though walking tall
Living as always planned
When sun and moon begin to fall
Darkness will take command

Today, tomorrow, will rise the dawn
As countless times before
Many wishing they’d not been born
Will lock and bar their door

Through fear! They’ll seek the means to die
Travelling far and wide
They’ll curse The living God on high
And seek a place to hide

What good will then be precious jewels?
A palace, house or car
Choose not to live and die as fools
Regardless who you are

Wisdom would never trust in gold
Knowledge in things to see
Only to that! That can’t be sold
Discernment bends its knee

The bible’s right faithful and true
The living God is real
Trust in The One who died for you
And in His name appeal