Gold Tried In The Fire
Every work we have
Is measured in gold in heaven.
Everything we do here,
Is tried by fire to know what material we are made of
Is your material built by gold, hay or stubble.
Everything that is gold will be saved.
Everything that eaten by fire is justice from God discretion if save.
The soul is the business of God for salvation.
A wise always look at the end of life,
The fool is a lazy fortune seeker.
Train yourself to be industrious in everything that you do,
Here or hereafter in life.
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