I once thought money could make me happy,
I prayed for enough to buy that new car I wanted.
I received the money and bought the car.
But I never felt happy.
I bought a fancy house,
And thanked You for the money to do it.
But the rooms were empty,
Even with the new furniture I bought.
I was thrilled with my new job.
I thought it would be the answer to my prayers.
But I discovered it was ‘just a job.’
One I did well, but it didn’t fill the emptiness.
I once joined a friend, and listened,
And I felt full for the first time.
The tears were testament to my acceptance.
And I realized, that with You, I need nothing else.
A contest entry
- If you are with me... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended August 24, 18 entries
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Comments
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Humm..this is the description of the connection between a human being and the master of the universe..well thought piece and well knitted poetry as well..
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Wealth by Worldly Standards
never quite make the grade, do they? I recall, all those years ago, when I measured my success by the positions I held and the good money I made and by what it could afford in luxuries. As you so succinctly point out, those 'things' never fill our glass, always half full. . . Until we realize that the gold is in God and His Christ and His glass is overflowing. Beautiful, beautiful.
Much love in Christ, BonnieQ
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