Money Over GodImagining their clouded minds filled with flowing river of flesh,
The rain of Money with joyful moments becomes falling angels,
Their shadows passing through the green grass of Illusions,
While lives without helping hands are rising revolutions.
Riches stood on top of the towers above their heads,
Defining power deceives their warming souls becomes cold,
depraved hearts planted into the ground of dust where it shed.
laying their eyes on a wet gravel of cash are fools gold,
The real Gold of Jesus was never reveal from their souls,
Their Style of phase passing through Jesus's warm welcoming smile,
As their physical walk from miles,
Earth is without happiness ever after.
After breakfast Jesus asked Simon Peter, "Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?" "Yes, Lord," Peter replied, "you know I love you." "Then feed my lambs," Jesus told him.
Jesus said to him, "If you wish to be complete, go and sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow Me."
NoLifeOnEP 22-25, M 2 Responses 2 Aug 9, 2012