By Tom D Blakely
Tell me what is the profit in owning the world
When it takes every moment of life to achieve?
Loss of time with the family and things of real worth
And what good is our money when we’re facing death?
But the funeral was marvellous
And great was the crowd,
With a gold fitted casket
And tailored was the shroud.
Help me God. Is it too late? What am I to do?
I will trade all my riches for blessing from You.
‘For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul?’