For survival in the world, we take food;
For living here, we need money ever;
For earning livelihood, we do all works;
For eternal peace, we earn God's grace!
We spend all time for mundane things;
No thought of God comes unless in chaos;
When this is so, what we earn for heaven?
We earn wealth only for unpredictable life!
There's no time for doing wholehearted job
For leaving a legacy for posterity to praise
And also to live in eternal peace in heaven;
So, I wonder on what basis God allow us!
Preachers are preaching all good things;
But where's the time to think about them?
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