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Whoever loves money,
Will not be satisfied;
With their milk and honey,
Not feeling gratified.
Whoever loves their wealth,
Will never be fulfilled;
In their spiritual health,
For Christ has not instilled.
For it is just pointless,
If the person has greed;
The Lord will never bless,
No happiness can breed.
You increase desire,
When you not really need;
Not glad to acquire,
In selfish act of greed.
So what do owners gain,
Merely to look at them;
Conceited being vain,
You discard to condemn.
Working people are sweet,
Fulfilled more than the rich;
Satisfied what they eat,
Never a greedy itch.
They sleep better at night,
Worries not to invest;
Gets up at morning light,
Energized from their rest.
A painful disaster,
That can lead to downfall;
Money as your master,
Stocks crash and you lose all.
Loss in bad business deals,
You have nothing to give;
To the children it feels,
No more a need to live.
Naked you came from womb,
With nothing in your hands;
Naked you go in tomb,
Nothing that God demands.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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The Value of Money
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