The Material Age
What good is a fancy motor boat as you drift out to sea
For without the Words God wrote you will never be free
What good is a new sports car in setting about your way
Never knowing who you really are in this, just a short stay
And of that big screen television with the surround sound
In the not knowing of His Son You in turn can not be found
With your fancy suit and all those different pairs of shoes
It's your own horn that you toot in giving off so many clues
And all those trips that you take traveling all over the place
One trip you never make is giving God thanks for His Grace
For you are far too busy nor would it ever enter your mind
With so many things you can't see, making God harder to find
Do not walk away being sad for you also have many things
But rejoice and be glad in the message that this poem brings
Clear the clutter off your table and put the Lord center stage
Yet so many are unwilling or unable in this, the material age
1 John 2:15
Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world.
If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.
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