A man could go to any length
Could open any door
If he could use The Spirit’s strength
He’d have the world and more
So Simon thought he’d play the host –Ac.8: 9-25
To Jesus’ promised Guide
He sought to buy! The Holy Ghost
Unlike the chosen bride –Ac.2: 38-41
Through miracles, he’d reach his goal
He’d harvest gold and fame
He never thought he’d lose his soul –Mt.16: 26
And reap eternal shame
Some even now, don’t understand
What truth this act would tell
They serve themselves like Simon planned
Along their road to hell
This isn’t always so at first
To Christ some hearts were true
But then as if by Satan cursed
For riches they pursue
Their greedy hand will feel no shame
They think to do no wrong
They’ll often use Christ Jesus’ name
To sing their avid song
Is this, what Jesus meant to be?
Disciples, stealing bread!
Should not God’s word be given free?
To save and raise the dead!
Of course a labourer’s worth their salt
Even serving The Lord
But if The Judge sees Simon’s fault
They’ll reap their just reward…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem