The Love of Money

The Love of Money

True faith with peace of mind,
Keeps you gentle and kind;
For each one that you meet,
Never try to mistreat.

And being in good health,
Worth more than any wealth;
Of the material things,
An earthly pleasure brings.

Having food and a bed,
A roof over your head;
Enough for any one,
Since when time had begun.

But we allow the greed,
To spread all of its seed;
As it grows in the heart,
From God we will then part.

Money becomes the God,
That we honor and laud;
Worshipping to get more,
To steal cheat and secure.

For money is the root,
Of love bearing no fruit;
Considering you as prey,
Making you disobey.

--Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2009 Richard Newton Sherrer

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