Dear Chest
We, made in the image of The Blessed
Are configured for the best
But being hoodwinked* like the rest
We still sit in places of contest
What could define the limits we see?
And attest to the boundaries that besiege?
When we have chosen nothing more to believe
Than the enticing pleasures this world can give
The heavens lament our plight
Who having turned from the path of light
Have wholly given our foe, our birthright
Condescending so low, even without a fight
We are heavily imbued with treasures
Yet we when tussles ensue for little measures
Are found at the front lanes with bleeding fissures
Have become mere seekers of pleasure!
One gave His all
Forsook all heavenly splendour
Our sins before our birth He bore
Now He’s advocate for the thumb gone sore ~
What scenario will fit best
When of all our merry and feast
He with His utmost promise to bless
Comes and meets empty his full chest*?
1Tim 6:9-10 “ 9 But those who want to get rich fall into temptation and are caught in the trap of many foolish and harmful desires, which pull them down to ruin and destruction. 10 For the love of money is a source of all kinds of evil. Some have been so eager to have it that they have wandered away from the faith and have broken their hearts with many sorrows.”(GNT)