The Gospel of Wealth
Jesus was rich, you say? ‘Tis a twisted gospel indeed,
To fit our culture of this day, that caters to man’s greed.
It’s the age old lie reborn, spread by new breed of teacher,
Who views the poor with scorn, while mocking the old-time preacher.
A new gospel, with a thirst for a kingdom now and here;
That teaches men to seek Self first, refusing God to fear.
They twist Christ’s covenant of old; His own blood, its decree.
They want silver and lots of gold! Their wealth will set them free!
Choosing not to seek God’s face, they prefer to seek His hand.
Not enough, sins to erase! God must serve, while they command.
For holiness, they don’t thirst, nor for godly doctrine sound.
They want their own desires first! A new path they have found!
"Give us riches! Give us more gold, and mansions here so fine!
We will not walk the paths of old! On this earth, we must shine!
God must give us our own way, while we strut down here below.
For our desires, we will pray; On Self, all goods bestow.
We choose to strut in wealth, and walk a path of great success.
In this life, naught but perfect health, adorned with finest dress.
With the wealthy, we will dine; and much gold we choose to seek.
Drinking only earth’s best wine! Being poor is for the meek!
Do you think we plan to lose? I tell you, we’ll not be poor!
Our own selves, we will amuse! We are destined to have more!
Let no man dare to take our coat; nor slap our sun-kissed cheek.
We will sue him for his cloak! Men will never find us weak!
Don’t try to make us walk your mile, or give us trial or test!
We’re the heirs you must not rile! We demand the very best!
We’ll get all that we do claim, and be all we wish to be.
Getting gold and much fame. We’ll even help you for a fee!
We choose to only serve a King Who came to give us gold.
Not a Savior, who killed Death’s sting, to gain lambs for His fold.
Not enough is this new birth, nor a heaven up above.
We want riches on this earth! It’s King Self we serve and love.
We’re glad that God sent us His Son, who died on Calvary’s hill.
But we want heaven and our fun, and choose to do our will.
Yes, Jesus suffered on the cross; His crown made up of thorn.
But we accept no trial or loss! We’re of royalty born!
Let this Jesus carry His cross! We’ll live our life of ease.
Let Him take all of the loss, while we live just as we please.
Let God’s own Son pay the price, so we will have no sorrow.
We plan to have things nice, with no tears in our tomorrow!
We are wise ones, men of fame; the way of the cross, we mock.
We will never walk in shame. Money is our founding rock."
Once again, prodigals spend all for trinkets of this earth;
Refusing to heed our Lord’s call, are blind to Christ’s true worth.
Now if their fine words you have heard, and wondered if they’re right;
You must get back to God’s own Word! Be armed with sword and might!
Our Lord was loaned a humble womb; placed in lowly stable;
Buried in a borrowed tomb. Earthly riches? A fable!
He walked among the needy poor, the weak, the halt, the lame.
Touching wounded and the sore; Never sought for earthly fame.
Rebuked the vain and proud; Cared nothing for reputation.
To His Father’s will, He bowed; still cursed in every nation.
Satan offered to give Him all, to catch in web and snare.
But He obeyed His Father’s call, trusting Him for His care.
He did not ride in pomp and style, in gilded chariot of brass;
But walked the path of self-denial, and rode on lowly ass.
His path led to Calvary’s hill, to the cross of terrible shame.
There, cruel men spilled His blood; the purpose for which He came.
Few choose to follow our sweet Lord, when asked to bear their cross.
But some follow in accord and, for Him, count all things loss.
"Follow Me" still comes Christ’s call, "whatever may come your way."
His servants freely give Him all; His will, not self, obey.
Marching through the centuries past, no lust for wealth or fame;
Before His feet, their crowns will cast; Praise only for His name.
Others live for Self alone; to this world their souls sell;
Not enough is the blood He gave, to free our souls from hell.
They will not follow the I AM; new doctrines they devise.
And walk away from God’s dear Lamb; the Pearl of greatest prize.
Don’t be moved away from Christ by those who claim they are wise.
Don’t trade Jesus for earth’s gold, nor heed men’s alluring lies.
This earth will pass away. Our promotion comes from above.
‘Til then, serve Christ, and obey! Trust His never-failing love.
When God blesses, do not trust the fleeting riches of earth.
For wealth here will surely rust. Faith in Christ alone has worth.
Walk humbly, with no pride, while on this earthly path you roam.
Be faithful, Christ’s true Bride! Heaven, not this earth, is your home!
Do not for wealth, salvation trade! This life will soon be past.
Earth will burn and soon fade. Priceless Pearl - Christ alone - will last.