Sell your possessions, and give to the needy. Provide yourselves with moneybags that do not grow old, with a treasure in the heavens that does not fail, where no thief approaches and no moth destroys.
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
I am tempted to want
the next new thing
The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
Shiny new trinkets blind
me to the big string
attached to them is a price
my heart follows them
I am tempted to go
to a new grazing ground
But He makes me lie down
in pastures green
The places of this world
dull my soul to what I’ve found
in Jesus… I am a pilgrim
here to journey toward eternal joy
I am tempted to think
this noisy world is everything
But my shepherd rests my
soul by quiet streams
Abandoning my quest at heaven
stupidly exchanges sewage for His bright spring
And I will keep my passion fixed
on my Savior and my home in Glory
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