Poetry

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I’m rich but not on paper
It’s a feeling in my soul
Though pauper by world standards
My heavenly Father knows

My faith in Him is mighty
My treasure in heaven above
An assurance of blessed lowliness
By the presence of His love

The wealth of every man
Is not measured by his gain
But measured in forgiveness
That’s been bought in Jesus name

What doth it profit man
If he should gain the world yet lose his soul?
It profiteth nothing my friend
If his God he doesn’t know

We came into the world, with nothing
With nothing ,we leave it as well
Better to trust in Christ
Than go to that place called hell

But leave it we must and will my friend
Let’s leave it knowing Him!
Why go to any other place,
Than to the Beginning and the End!

© copyright Gary James Smith1998

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