Poem of a Psalm 82
I was rich, whilst I was poor,
For money, a ticket to heaven cannot buy,
We all live for a while, then all are gone,
Rich men listen, for thou days on earth are numbered, to increase them you cannot,
Even if you so desperately try!
When I wake up, I lift my hands,
I thank God for just another day!
To be alive, to live for Him, who plants,
Eternal life for us in heaven, to this Amen we say!
Do not mourn when your closest ones fly away,
For if they walketh by faith in Jesus's blood and glory,
In Heaven next to God forever will they stay,
But if they did not, in hell they would burn,
The saddest outcome of every person's story
Preach while you still can,
Win souls for Jesus and draw people unto Him who saves!
Win eternal prizes in heaven!
Amen!
