This world offers up
A truly Delusive Dream
To make myself happy,
By taking milk from the cream.
Giving to others leftovers,
Not the best of which we’ve been blessed;
Selfishness succeeds in this;
We fail heaven’s test.
Expensive homes and cars fail us;
We become complacent so soon.
Our souls are still empty;
Filled only with darkness and gloom.
With a world full of hunger
And for water many do thirst,
So how can we build mansions
With pride to falsely burst?
The Delusive Dream of satisfaction
Can’t be filled by worldly things.
Nothing permanently satisfied us—
Whatever wealth itself brings.
It’s only by doing for others
And showing God’s love along the way,
That brings true satisfaction
That in the heart does stay.
The world’s so caught up in the delusion
Of this false Delusive Dream,
That material things bring happiness—
For others it may seem.
The Delusive Dream is a lie
Created for our deception.
It’s loving others that brings happiness
and true heart-felt satisfaction!
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012