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| “Truly, truly, I say to you, everyone who practices sin is a slave to sin." - John 8:34 |
And four score and seven
Only serves as a reminder
Of how far we are from heaven
Linkin’ us to a past
But we’re too easily forgettin’
The bondage that’s awaitin’
And treat it like a broken record
We scratch it up and mix it
Tryin’ to put a new spin on it
Thinkin’ that if we spend enough dough
That’s all we need to depend on
But those whips and chains are now whips and chains
Money stacks and diamond rings
As we tiptoe through the cotton rows
Chasin’ after the “finer things”
The same thing that is
Rainin’ down on Jupiter
Is the very same thing
That we’re willing to become captives for
The love of money
Is the mother of invention
Rooted in all kinds of evil
And limitless in its potential
Becoming a slave
Is much easier than we think
So many give up their freedom
Just to own a couple of trinkets –
Tinkertoys that pale in comparison to Zion
And precious jewels that will one day pave the streets
Our feet will tread on…
(cf. Hebrews 13:5; 1 Timothy 6:10)
Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon
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