Fields Of Gold

The Rich Man:

"My sandals are of the finest leather,
I walk upon streets I've sold,
I never have to worry or fret,
I'm all set, through my days of old."

"No one can match the riches I've gained,
It would be difficult to fathom my worth.
I choose to hold my head, lifted high,
I've been rich since the day of my birth."

The Poor Man:

"I walk with holes worn in my shoes,
I toil in the heat of the fields,
My clothing is not designer made;
I often run short, when time to pay my bills."

"I walk upon the solid earth,
and am proud of what I've done with my two hands.
Even though some may say I'm poor,
I figure myself richest in all the land."

"I have a Savior Who watches after me,
He has promised to do so, until I'm gray, and old.
Why, whenever I look upon the paths which I've trod,
I only see Fields of Gold, pure gold."

(c) 2001 Sandra Lewis Pringle
All Rights Reserved

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Sometimes, we may be considered poor, when actually, we are very rich indeed. The Lord tells us to be careful of where our treasures lie and to sow into His kingdom.

"But store up for yourselves treasures in Heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."

Matthew 6: 20-21