What Does it Profit a Man

What Does it Profit a Man

This world has nothing to offer me

Except a lost sinner's unremarkable grave

For between life's start and the finish thereof

Is a few laughs that aren't even close to sincere

The prince of this world is a master of

Deception, wickedness and destruction

He offers toys and some so-called joys

And the assured loss of your election

What profit the world if your soul is lost

And Christ's promise of eternity forfeited

Think carefully, for the way is broad

That leads to sorrow and soul affliction

You can look forward to spills, and lots of cheap thrills

Dread disease, broken homes, and fear

Your toys then become terrors that bleach the soul

Until it's like dead bones in the valley of decision

That, my friend, is all that's left

When you seek after this world

With all its greed, and need for speed

That put you on the wrong side of heaven

Forgive me, but I will not walk with you

This world has nothing to offer me

I prefer the narrow path, hard though it be

That leads me to Christ for Eternity. **BJC**