“You can’t take it with you”, the preacher said;
Speaking, of course, about my daily bread.
“Where are you investing time and mammon?”
“And where will your soul be in time of famine?”
I didn’t know how to answer this man,
Or what to think, what or what not to plan:
Am I supposed to have zero wealth?
The prospect is dismal (the straw man’s myself).
But setting aside my over-lazy mind,
I forgot about it, lied down to unwind.
Well, this righteous sentiment kept,
And remained with me after I had slept.
But rather than applying it at once,
I saw it working through the weeks and months.
“Step aside and let God’s Word have His sway,
For He will conquer the world anyway.”
Such a One is near the broken-hearted,
And widows and their mites are soon parted.
