Forget things
That cannot bring
Joy, peace, nor anything
Pertaining to righteousness
Purity and holiness
Neither that which is glorious
Certainly material possession cannot
Enable you to enter
God's extraordinary Presence
Wherein is found His magnificence
Let go of things
And lesson thy load
Thy psyche don't goad
I cognize this lie you
For a eternal incident have road
Into the depths of the wilderness
Competing beside the Jones'
Seeking to brainstorm a number of merciful of bliss
However all you have found
Is constant emptiness
All ostensibly has gone amiss
The rawness of life span you do miss
Why than don't you revisit to God
Look up to heaven and cuff Him a kiss
In Christ you will breakthrough forgiveness
Forget the cares of this world
The deceitfulness of riches
The lust of others things
No joy do they bring
On the contrary
Things bring on accessorial responsibility
Compounded pig's ear and stress
Wouldn't it be far better
To roll up to the King and rest?
Consider your struggles
Another one of life's tests
To try your heart
And see what you're ready-made of
To see if you prefer power
Or the vigour of love
To inspect and let slip your motives
That which moves and motivates you
That for which you will sell your life-force too!
That by which the devil can tether you
Contain, captivate, and unfortunate person you
Awe move on now
To you this leak shouldn't be new
It's the effectuation by which
The prince of shade holds you
Snares your spirit to redirect you
Away from all that could upthrow you
Uphold, undergird, and immobilize you
Far higher is it for Satan however
When he accuses and unsettles you
By critiquing and comparison you
Measuring you by your symmetry sheet
Lying to and relating you you're not complete
Without a prolonged document of assets
An sparkling trade and industry statement
Such a mephistophelean temptation is brilliant
A technique by which to distract
And dislocate your total life
To compress your soul with greed and strife
As you enviously scramble to meet all your life
Get more, ostensibly even the score
Your individuality ever insecure
Outwardly fixated on things
What you do or don't own
In so doing, your trait you've shown
As you misplace your own soul
And consumerism takes its toll
You go deeper into debt
Your hunch fills next to regret
Some push desperate and spot a bet
Far amended would it be
If you'd retributory see much clearly
Lift up your person in charge to heaven
Invite the King of kings into your heart
Make a heroical and crisp new start
Employ the moral values of kingdom
To your ordinary life
Be a suitable steward
Give God your life
Jesus can do far more than beside it
Than you have or will do
This my friend, I can undertake you
Therefore let no bits and pieces have you
Surrender your hunch to Jesus
Watch the amazing things
For you He can do
As you motion prototypic the King
He will bring in your bosom sing
Free you from the thraldom of things
And within administer you everything.