Tune: Malvern
(one tune to 'Jesus, where'er thy people meet')
Psalm 49 v.16-20
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Be not afraid, when rich one made
Their state shall not be ever staid
When the glory of their house be
Increased, 'tis mot eternal, see
For when they die they shall carry
Nothing away, nor their glory
Can they take with them, the shall go
As they came, with nothing, we know
Though while they lived they blessed their soul
And looked to have all things, and whole
Yet people will praise when you do
Well to yourself, your good show too
But the rich shall perish, and they
Shall never see light, no more day
Man that is in honour, and no
Understanding, like beasts is so
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: May 19th, 2023 02:03
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.8.8.8.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments6
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
Cloths do not the man make, nor riches give him character. No we take nothing with us. Enjoyed it Orchi.
Thanks SB.
I refuse to enter a plea of insanity or agree with the goldfinch, but that's just me .......................🐧
Thanks N. lol. This don't apply to me, of course, cos I'm never rich with KP around. Doh!
Good write, Orchi.
Thanks Jerry.
Another masterpiece Steven!
Thanks B.
You're most welcome my friend
After a couple of months, I read your nice write.Thank you, Poet.
Thanks Dr S.
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