Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Not Really Abundant



He had such plans to build this place.
To raise more barns;
To clear more space;
To breed his flocks
A stronger race.
But now we hear he’s gone!

He always had a goal in view;
To gain the edge;
To see things through;
To lead the pack,
And we all knew
In enterprise he shone.

As masters go, he was the best;
To find us work;
To give us rest;
To share the spoils;
To see us blessed.
His passing seems so wrong.

I must admit, we all were shocked;
His sudden plague;
His functions blocked;
Of God and faith
He never talked.
I wonder where he’s gone?

LUKE 12: 20, 21
But God said unto him, Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee: then whose shall these things be, which thou hast provided? So is he that layeth up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God.

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