Word Worth More than Gold
Why is the word more precious than fine gold?
The truth it holds can never be destroyed
For sin whose deadly wage remains untold
Corrupts the soul and leaves an empty void
It fills a gap insatiably most rare
Within our hearts a breach we find like none
The word of truth as such may not compare
To anything that men had ever done
We worship what our hands had falsely made
Fools we become the idols that we shape
The truth above all else instead must crave
Than lust for lies which we cannot escape
Why fill we then our souls with treasures vain?
That neither profit nor true pleasures gain
Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017
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