Another poem...

Well, I seemed to have gotten a really good response from the poem that was created. So I figured I would try another one with another easy to understand message. This one does not rhyme like the last one; but is a poem none the less.



How happy are you, oh men of great riches!
Your needs are met and your wants even more so,
for the world itself is in your hands.
Is their anything you do not have?

How happy are you, oh men of great riches!
To which even kings themselves bow to you,
for the astonishment of the wealth you obtain.
For every thing seems to have a price.

How happy are you, oh men of great riches!
For wisdom of the ages are bestowned upon you,
you know more than even the wisest of men!
Is their nothing hidden from your sight?

How happy are you, oh men of great riches!
When the sorrow creeps into the inner caverns,
lay holds to your heart, and health and robs you of life.
For how can one pay that with no allegiance?

How happy are you, oh men of great riches!
Did the god you serve treat you as well as you did it?
Was all the wealth able to buy the love you desired?
Will anyone remember you, can your money buy a legacy?

How happy are you oh, men of great riches!
When life is eclipsed with death and you stand before God,
to only find how poor you really were, and how pitiful life was.
For can you buy salvation, other than through Christs blood?

How unhappy are you, oh men of great riches!
For the poor are now rich, and the rich now poor.
Suffering from the seeds of their desires, and the choices of heart.
For is not knowing the Savior the greatest wealth of all...?



I think it is pretty easy to understand this one, just remember. "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven."

It is not because God hates rich people, it is because typically rich people hate God. They would rather serve and worship their wealth and not the one from where it comes.