We love to brag of battles won
Boast of worldly powers
Without a thought of Christ God’s Son
Within our self made towers
We want this here we want that there
We want the things we see
But things The Lord would have us share
How quick our no can be
Yet God should feed the multitude
Should meet our daily need
Though every where’s ingratitude
From selfish hearts full greed
Onions we’ve sought in days gone by
Garlic still many crave
But what of He who chose to die?
That man may see no grave
We’re glad of cars houses galore
Palaces yachts and plane
But who giver’s thought of Heaven’s Door
The Key to birth again
Mountains we’ll climb valleys we’ll search
For gold great seas we’ll cruse
But for the jewels within God’s church
No second’s time we’d lose
Filling our minds with self desire
Bellies with sinful wares
Jeopardize souls to endless fire
And hell where no one cares
Let’s spare a thought of things to be
Of life beyond the grave
Let’s pray to God our eyes may see
The One our soul can save
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem