Oh, that I had listened when you spoke
Iíd not be here, alone and broke.
Stubborn hands clasped oíer my ears,
I had agendas in those years.
Agendas filled with vim and vigor
Helped to load and pull the trigger,
The bullet--greed, unleashed ambitions
Which changed my heartís disposition.
Prestige and fame were now my goals,
You warned me they would rob my soul.
The more I gained, the more I lost--
My kingdom here has dearly cost.
I lived on the fringe of family life
Neglecting children and a wife,
They loved the man whose heart had died,
Attempts to resuscitate I denied.
My sons and daughters now are grown
I see in them some seeds Iíve sown,
But thank you, I see good in others
Sown and nurtured by their mother.
She taught them to have ethics pure
To grow their faith, in You endure
Lifeís struggles and all else it brings,
She taught them often of their King.
The lust for money left me infected
With a dis-ease only some detected,
It made me crave more than enough
It made me slave to worldly stuff.
Today I see things plain and clear
My life is spent, the end is near.
Worthless, earthly money-bought treasures
Count nothing by Godís tape of measure.
Matthew 6:19,24 Donít store up treasures here on earth. . .No one can serve two masters. You cannot serve both God and money. (NLT)
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