I Am Very Rich...
Sometimes I look at beautiful things and wish
I had these things all handed to me on a golden dish
But remember how these things don’t last
How they get old lost or swept away in a stormy blast
And during my daily struggle it seems so hard to bear
I want to lie in death even pull out my hair
And even though I feel I have nothing to give or claim
At times I may even hold my head in shame
I remember I am very rich I have you..
And my heart you have forever too
Something that never ages or wonders away with the wind
That never grows dust or loses value again and again
I may not have rubies, silver, or golden doors
Beautiful chariots or gowns that drag across palace floors
Horses or treasures to never need
Bells to ring for my servants while I wallow in greed
And during my day I remind myself it is better this way
To remember true loves worth means more anyway
To remember these things do not matter now
But in heaven I have all I want and need so I continue to bow
And one day I will grieve no more
For the things man says matter will wash upon the shore
I await the day to finally adore these things how I dream
Which will never die, whither, or be lost floating upstream
So yes I am very rich and this is so true
Because Christ Jesus I have you…..
Copyright © Lisa Jones | Year Posted 2010
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