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The Primrose Path
The journey down the primrose path
Brings perfume and a sauna bath;
With flashy cars and diamond rings,
And night clubs, yachts and meals with kings.
There’s trips abroad and fancy hair,
And mansions with a porte-cochere;
But it’s the road the wise can see
Brings sudden death and poverty.
That darkened path feeds heart’s desire,
And when it’s blocked, folks then conspire
To feed it by some other means -
Which sometimes starts by making scenes.
They’ll rant and rave and get all bent,
While arguing their entitlement;
And when they win the thing they want,
They’ll wave it with a spiteful flaunt.
This is to say, “Don’t mess with us!
You lose. Go home. Get on the bus.”
But though it seems they’ve won the war,
A dismal loss is soon in store.
For though this path seems rosy red,
With comforts, wealth and trips ahead;
There comes a day they’ll all lay bare,
And not a soul or God will care -
About the wealth or degrees earned -
And all the trips with language learned;
For there the primrose path is gone,
And they’ll be judged for all they’ve done.
For if our lives are spent on self,
There will not be eternal wealth;
But only life in misery -
Cut off from God eternally.
So choose a life on Jesus’ path,
And He will spare you from the wrath;
You’ll always be of royalty -
Because you’re in God’s family.
Copyright -By Paul Ray
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