"Since much wealth too often proves a snare and an incumbrance in the Christian's race, let him lighten the weight by 'dispersing abroad and giving to the poor'; whereby he will both soften the pilgrimage of his fellow travelers, and speed his own way the faster."
Toplady, Augustus
The 12 room house is too small, the cadillac is two years old;
The maid wants more off days, the butlers wants a raise,
And me worried sick about the price of my gold.
While the beggar on the corner pleads his living!
Interest, Dividends are going up on my Stocks and Bonds and on my Bank Account;
but to a man of my stature and my importance
it seems such a piddling amount!
While a widowed mother of
5 children, destitute, homeless,
moans, "Is this life?"
But the Master of Old, had neither
silver nor gold, no place to lay his head,
Boats, hilltops, the wilderness his pulpits,
a manger his only known bed.
Such as he had he gave unto man,
All things in his hands for the giving,
peace his goal, the Savior his role,
Set the perfect example by his living;
While those will, may say,"Here is life!"
by
James Gargus
The maid wants more off days, the butlers wants a raise,
And me worried sick about the price of my gold.
While the beggar on the corner pleads his living!
Interest, Dividends are going up on my Stocks and Bonds and on my Bank Account;
but to a man of my stature and my importance
it seems such a piddling amount!
While a widowed mother of
5 children, destitute, homeless,
moans, "Is this life?"
But the Master of Old, had neither
silver nor gold, no place to lay his head,
Boats, hilltops, the wilderness his pulpits,
a manger his only known bed.
Such as he had he gave unto man,
All things in his hands for the giving,
peace his goal, the Savior his role,
Set the perfect example by his living;
While those will, may say,"Here is life!"
by
James Gargus