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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

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