by Richard Merrell

Do riches lay in what a man hath,
That which he holds in his hands
Those fleeting earthly riches
That drain away as the sands ?
Or do true riches lay
Within the inner man
His heart, his soul, his spirit
Which make him what they can ?
For the richest of the rich
Can be much poorer that the poor
If money close his heart to them
As a mighty steel vault door.
A poor man in his integrity
Can be the richest man of all
When his heart is turned to God -
He can make the great men fall.

So are the riches of this world
Really worth how much they cost ?
For 'tis better to be a poor man saved -
Than to be a rich man lost !

Mark 10:17-27

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