Enduring Wealth

He owned a house—
but time made it a heap;
he owned a car—
but rust chewed in so deep;
he owned a suit
which moths soon made unfit;
he owned a farm—
a lake now covers it.

He had a name—
‘twas known most everywhere.
A bust of bronze
adorned the city square;
‘twas broken and smashed 
by the rebel hordes;
so time erased
the glory of its lords.

He had a wife,
but she bade him adieu;
and other kin—
not long, and life was through.
He knew the Lord,
and served Him very well;
He now has wealth—
far more than tongue can tell.

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An Ode to Friends (Whom we love in the Lord)

There come some times in life when we
are forced to make a choice;
And though it hurts and spells much loss
our feelings cannot voice.

It may well seem that we've betrayed
our friends and gone insane.
Yes, this is why it's doubly hard;
we hate to cause them pain.

But there is One who sanctifies
for us both gain and loss,
if we but follow where He leads
and gladly bear our cross.

Let's praise the Lord for what we've gained
through fellowship we've shared,
and plan ahead when we'll resume
in mansions now prepared.

God works in a mysterious way;
His benefits are sweet.
Let's do our best so we may place
some trophies at His feet!

This life is but a transient scene,
like vapor fades away.
Let's make investments we can claim
on that eternal day.

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