He was so rich in worldly goods,
But poor within his soul;
He cared not for the beggar man,
His heart was hard and cold.
He fared sumptuously day by day,
By worldly standards here;
But in reality his soul,
Was filled with constant fear.
No soul can live apart from God,
And be serene my dear;
Hard is the way for everyone,
Who fails our God to fear.
This rich man died and went to hell,
A beggar he became;
He begged for water just to cool,
His tongue within the flames.
He cried for help, but was refused,
He prayed but prayed too late;
His lot is fixed, forever damned,
That is his final fate.
He was so rich in worldly goods,
But poor within his soul;
Great is the host of souls today,
Which play as fools, said role.
~ J. J. Davis ~
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