Death Bed

The old man lay dying
He rested assured
He was on his way
To the land of the pure
He thought of his lord’s bounties
That lay for him in store
Nothing had he done that would be cause for remorse
Hadn’t he been kind to God’s creatures
Thus begetting kindness in return?
He had given alms to the poor
And freed the slaves
Night and day in the lord’s presence
He’d stood and prayed
Content in these narcissistic thoughts
By a call he was startled awake
Get up oh sinner; get up on your feet
There is much that needs to be done
You took from the world more than wealth
More than wealth you shall return
Yes day and night you prayed to save yourself
But never strived to save even your nearest ones
The wealth you leave to your kith and kin
Shall bind them, enslave them, and bring them perdition
Yet the greatest wealth will die with you
The wealth that might have won for you and them- salvation.

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