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 rattling Presence
Wherein is saved His magnificence
Let go of things
And teaching thy load
Thy inner self don't goad
I cognize this lie you
For a extended case have road
Into the depths of the wilderness
Competing next to the Jones'
Seeking to brainwave numerous generous of bliss
However all you have found
Is relentless emptiness
All ostensibly has departed amiss
The quality of being you do miss
Why than don't you come flooding back to God
Look up to heaven and tap Him a kiss
In Christ you will find forgiveness
Forget the cares of this world
The guile of riches
The lecherousness of others things
No joy do they bring
On the contrary
Things carry superimposed responsibility
Compounded hotchpotch and stress
Wouldn't it be far better
To scroll 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 like power
Or the clout of love
To investigate and make known your motives
That which moves and motivates you
That for which you will sell your inner self too!
That by which the the devil can tie you
Contain, captivate, and unfortunate person you
Awe come on now
To you this confession shouldn't be new
It's the mode by which
The aristocrat of shade holds you
Snares your spirit to airt you
Away from all that could rising you
Uphold, undergird, and support you
Far higher is it for Satan however
When he accuses and unsettles you
By critiquing and examination you
Measuring you by your symmetry sheet
Lying to and relating you you're not complete
Without a long-drawn-out account of assets
An grand financial statement
Such a mephistophelean seduction is brilliant
A mode by which to distract
And displace your complete life
To pack your inner self next to the green-eyed monster and strife
As you covetously haste to rally all your life
Get more, apparently even the score
Your personality e'er insecure
Outwardly fixated on things
What you do or don't own
In so doing, your inanity you've shown
As you mislay your own soul
And consumerism takes its toll
You go deeper into debt
Your hunch fills beside regret
Some germinate desperate and lay a bet
Far a cut above would it be
If you'd retributory see more clearly
Lift up your organizer to heaven
Invite the King of kings into your heart
Make a dauntless and crunchy new start
Employ the beliefs of kingdom
To your ordinary life
Be a solid steward
Give God your life
Jesus can do far more next to it
Than you have or will do
This my friend, I can undertake you
Therefore let no property have you
Surrender your hunch to Jesus
Watch the amazing things
For you He can do
As you hope initial the King
He will net your intuition sing
Free you from the slavery of things
And inwardly offer you everything.