Thirty pieces of silver
That's the price of a slave,
Sold my Lord for silver,
Treachery that is thy name.
Silver, gold, and diamonds,
Are just metal and stones,
Yet for it, men are sold,
Yet man for them is sold
Even today, metal is precious,
Ruling men's hearts’ throne,
Again we are willing to sell Him,
The coins have value for sure.
Holding, our riches for every,
Holding, with all our might,
We even reject our Savior,
We are looking for cash & kind.
One day we will reach our home,
Only to realize gold is left behind,
No good works will follow us,
For neither did we sow nor will we find.
Comment
Matthew Bill, I’m sure we’re all slaves to one thing or another, in the end, we leave the material things behind, but not so sure about the good works? A good ink with stimulating thought.
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