Why I

Both low and high

Rich and poor

Incline your ears to a Proverb 

Dark sayings for sure.

 

Should I fear the day's of evil 

Iniquity at my heels

Who can redeem his brother

How do we appeal?

 

Trusting in wealth and the multitude of riches 

Not seeking the truth become the enemies bitches. 

 

From a seed the fruit will grow 

Meditate, His Word will show.

 

Without redemption 

Souls lost forever. 

 

The last shall be first

Now who is clever. 

 

Pride downcast 

 

Calling My lands by their own names

Thinking they have it together 

But Reaping shame.

 

The man in honour 

We love the game he is playing 

Fools in prosperity 

Approve their sayings. 

 

Like sheep

All destined for the grave.

 

The upright shall have dominion 

No longer to be slaves.

 

God redeem me from the power of the grave 

Recieve me Lord 

The soul you have made. 

 

Do not be afraid when one becomes rich 

When his glory is increased 

 

For when they die they carry nothing away 

Their time has ceased. 

 

Though while he lives he blesses himself 

And men give him the praise 

 

They shall go to their fathers 

And stay inside the grave. 

 

Man that is in honour and does not understand 

Is like the beast that perish 

No longer to walk His land.

 

But those who honour the Lord 

Will rise on that day 

To their eternal heritage 

From Him they'll never stray.