Stored Treasures
How many masters to enslave,
You from birth until the grave;
For more than one at one time,
Is a very sinful crime.
What takes up your time the most,
Will be your master to host;
Controlling to entertain,
In giving pleasure and pain.
The eyes are shining the light,
That is pleasing to your sight;
And are windows to your soul,
Showing what is in control.
Do not store treasures on earth,
You are deceived of their worth;
But treasure stored in your heart,
When leaving earth will not part.
Consider of what you cling,
And keep admiring;
You can't serve both God and man,
Both won't fit into His plan.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2008 Richard Newton Sherrer
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