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T’was once upon a time
But not all was sublime
With two different men
One who learned to live well
One who did not learn, fell
Though not the story’s end
Carl lived across the street
His home not very neat
Old house, inherited
Dusty lived in grand style
Mansion, seen for a mile
To the bank, credited
Carl, no edukashon
He worked as a mason
No money, yet happy
Dusty, a law office
Even had a mistress
Living like his Pappy
Carl’s friends flocked to his door
Always open for poor
Meager blessings to all
Dusty, no parties lacked
Big barbecue in back
Dark soul, though standing tall
Carl laying his red bricks
Barely noticed the hits
Though a depression came
Dusty never did save
After all, Pappy gave
Money lost, left him lame
Carl had friends who helped out
Never even a doubt
He’d do the same, alright
Dusty knew fate drew near
All he felt now was fear
Possessed no strength for fight
Change did come to Dusty
Mansion sold for paltry
Out on the street, no friends
Carl spied a man in rags
Possessions all in bags
Eyes glazed, he’s at his end
Arm around this stranger
“Come with me, no danger”
Head bowed low, a slight nod
To Carl’s house they did walk
From his heart was the talk
Sin, forgiveness, love, God
Bended knee, he replied
And that’s how Dusty died
Raised to life, was the fix
Together their one goal
Now to see men be whole
Kingdom built, brick by brick
In God’s economy
A servant you must be
In order to be great
Dusty understood now
For Carl had shown him how
To open Heaven’s gate
You must first die to self
Come to Jesus for help
T’is one life, soon will pass
Life is short, often hard
To Heaven don’t be barred
What’s done for God WILL last
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