The Material Age

What good is a fancy motor boat as you drift out to sea For without the Words God wrote you will never be free What good is a new sports car in setting about your way Never knowing who you really are in this, just a short stay And of that big screen television with the surround sound In the not knowing of His Son You in turn can not be found With your fancy suit and all those different pairs of shoes It's your own horn that you toot in giving off so many clues And all those trips that you take traveling all over the place One trip you never make is giving God thanks for His Grace For you are far too busy nor would it ever enter your mind With so many things you can't see, making God harder to find Do not walk away being sad for you also have many things But rejoice and be glad in the message that this poem brings Clear the clutter off your table and put the Lord center stage Yet so many are unwilling or unable in this, the material age 1 John 2:15 Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.