The Lengths We Go To

 

 

Imagine the excitement

Having won the lotto!

$1 per year for a million years

Or as long as life goes.

 

A million-dollar jackpot

Though not a millionaire

But a guaranteed monetary income

Of one dollar per year.

 

Or, which would you prefer

Long life or money?

To live for one more day

Winning a million $ lottery?

 

Oh, the lengths we will go to

Just to be rich,

One-million-dollar hoorah

And a next-day exit.

 

Like the intoxicated man

Who fell into a rum vat,

Refusing all rescue attempts

To die just like that.

 

With a smile upon his face

Clearly not perplexed,

Drowning in what he loved best

With seemingly no regret.

 

 

Eat, drink and be merry

For tomorrow we die,

Oh, the lengths we will go to

While turning a blind eye.

 

For what does it profit

To die with a million?

Is it still not a penniless death

Even with a billion?

 

Even if you were buried

With the wealth you acquire

You couldn’t buy a glass of water

To cool hell’s fire.

 

To what lengths, I ask,

Are you prepare to recklessly go

To still die a penniless man

While losing your soul?

 

 

What will you give in exchange

For your precious soul?

Now is the time to consider

For in death you won’t know.

 

On resurrection morning

You will know for sure

But the now proffered salvation

Will be on offer no more.

 

Nothing is more precious

Than a single human soul,

Hence, the reason Jesus died

To make us whole.

 

Imagine the joy in heaven

Over one repentant soul

The Shepherd found wandering

And brought home to his fold!

 

Stewart Russell © July 19, 2023