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 "LAY NOT UP FOR YOUR SELVES TREASURES UPON THE EARTH WHERE MOTH AND RUST DOTH CORRUPT AND WHERE THIEVES BREAK THROUGH AND STEAL; BUT LAY UP FOR YOURSELVES TREASURES IN HEAVEN WHERE NEITHER MOTH NOR RUST DOTH CORRUPT AND WHERE THIEVES DO NOT BREAK THROUGH NOR STEAL;           FOR WHERE YOUR TREASURE IS THERE WILL YOUR HEART BE ALSO."                                                                                                                                                     Mathew 6:19-21

Not Today

I want to go to Heaven,
But I don't want to leave today.
Joking, jesting oft we hear,
Some folks are wont to say.

But truth be told it is no joke.
They really feel that way.
Too much is going on in life,
To throw it all away.

Don't want to miss the good times,
The parties and the fun.
Don't want to see the future end,
Before it has begun;

But if you are not planning for,
The things that really matter,
The future holds no hope for you,
And all your dreams will shatter.

You cannot take it with you,
The things upon this earth.
It's time to look around, take stock,
Of what it's really worth.

Store up your treasure in Heaven,
Where it won't waste away.
For money won't accumulate,
Against the coming day.

When we stand before The Lord,
And wait to hear our name,
The least of all our worries,
Is our toll of earthly gain.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Trifiatis Avatar
January 6, 2021 at 4:11 AM
Death is one of my favorite subjects, I loved your poem especially when one perceives it under the light of the Bible! Very well done dearest, Judy! Do not rush, we need you here! For me " Death is a celestial pillow upon which the soul rests for a while dreaming of the life to come! Blessings.
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January 6, 2021 at 9:57 AM
How wise you are my friend Demetrios. Thanks bunches, God Bless, JB
Buhagiar Avatar
January 6, 2021 at 1:44 AM
The scales of good and evil will determine your destiny Yet God is compassionate and will give all a last chance. Don't leave it too late. ~~
Ball Avatar
January 6, 2021 at 9:55 AM
Amen my friend. Thanks bunches. God Bless, JB
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January 5, 2021 at 11:19 PM
How true is this astonishing poetry, often wondered about the rich and those, especially in bygone years so poor, yet promise of a better life after death, from those whom dwelled in fame and riches...and Mathew 6:19-21 to my Favourites Judy.
Ball Avatar
January 6, 2021 at 9:50 AM
Thanks so much Harry. God Bless, JB
Mcintosh Avatar
January 5, 2021 at 5:31 PM
So true... heaven - Jesus is what matters when it is all said and done. He is the only thing worth living for and the only thing worth dying for. He is my everything. Your poem is wonderful, dear lady. God bless you always
Ball Avatar
January 5, 2021 at 7:03 PM
Thanks so much Gina. I totally agree. God Bless, JB
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