The Lasting Happiness
True happiness
Is not how rich men are;
One falls not into slumber, worrying
With much money, mansion and car.
Real contentment
Is measured not by greatness;
Fame from hard work made
Is in vain or useless.
Genuine joy
Is gauged not by wisdom one gains;
The more knowledge abounds,
The greater it pains.
Transient delight
Means not even a single thing;
One has been chasing the wind,
Nothing but trouble it does bring.
Life's felicity
Is but temporal, abrupt and brief;
It does quickly fade away,
And is often cut short by grief.
Fix your eyes
On God's greatest promise;
The holy city of no aches and tears,
In the land of sheer bliss.
The new heaven and the new earth,
The paradise of righteousness;
Perfectly prepared for our complete
And lasting happiness.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2016
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