Where liars prevail and crookedness stands
I’ve fallen for the scent of material things
Though my spirit and soul are immaterial beings
This is the part of me they say to ignore
For it will leave me searching and wanting more
For the things that I desire are the things that I see
And if I work hard enough these things will be for me
As if my contentment could be found in my gains
These material things could be washed by the rains
My situation will grow from bad to worse
As I recount my life, every line every verse.
For the moment I die, I’m back where I started
From this material world, my soul hath departed
My body is buried and my treasure is rusted
My soul and my spirit found no one to trust in
But before that moment of separation comes
Contemplate the hope of the redeeming one
For hope crawls to the place where your soul is buried
It carries your spirit though it is heavy and weary
For your soul and your body united can shine
And the empty materialism will be left behind
And when your body fades into the ground
Your soul and your spirit are heavenly bound
For hope and love are the songs we sing
Of a land forthcoming, of mysterious things
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| Faith, Hope & Charity by George Frederic Watts |
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