The Race For Hollow Gold


A jungle,
Some would say
A jungle –
Wilder every day

A jungle, 
And come what may
A jungle,
Oh, but how I pray

A jungle,
Fighting for a way
A jungle,
A war meant to betray

This is the war, between right and wrong
The war, a feeling oh so strong…

Fighting my way through the fear
Darkness comes, always near
But I know – my heart is sincere
And I cry, a melancholy tear

This is a war, between good and bad
The war, battling the world so sad

A jungle, where I walk
Fighting with the darkness
It’s blackness will stalk

Fighting my way through the vines
Vines in a jungle where all is dark
A jungle, with all the signs
Warring with greed, no ride in the park

Pride can feel like a lowly means
To tell a story of darkest need
Some might share the money in their jeans
But most will covet, planting selfish seed

A jungle, the war between two
Right and wrong – good and bad
The miserly, the stingy, all askew
Revealing materialism so sad

A jungle, fighting a daily war
Between money and what means more
The honest soul, who I adore
Will soon win and hope will soar

Because of decent, kind hearts who know
This fight with materialism shows 
What it is to seek a love that is all aglow
With heavenly faith, in a light that flows…

Flowing down from heaven’s home,
There is assurance that love can win
Even though there is materialism syndrome
God reminds that He’s a forgiver of sin

And wherever you go, whatever life brings
There is the promise of light that sings
Reassuring us, despite the jungle’s kings
There is a King who strums heartstrings!

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