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My treasure
Whatever the hell I want,
And my heart
An old dragon who guards
it well.
Who am I, pray tell?
The truth?
There's no I in treasure,
No heart after His own,
And the serpent's been slain.
Can't say it more plain.
I rob God,
When I keep what I am given,
And I am a fool
When I store what I can't
keep.
I am what I reap.
What must I do?
Believe the only real treasure
Buried three days in the
ground
Is for all to share,
Give until the cupboards
are bare.
Mt. 6:21
Acts 13:22 |