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Created on: August 05, 2010
Brought nothing with us
the day we were born.
We try to be good,
but can't seem to stop
gathering goods, and
accumulating
stuff we cannot take
with us when we die.
When the trumpet sounds
the first thing we lose,
is the grip we thought
so strong and so sure
on our riches and
the clutter we had
accumulated
while busy with life.
Written somewhere in
a most Holy Book,
we are told where to
store valuables:
Heaven is the place
to store your treasure.
With no moth, no rust,
and no risk of theft,
there is security.
Only trouble is...
Accumulating
treasure in Heaven,
is not so easy!
But not yet too late
to accumulate
this kind of treasure!
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