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**
