Indulgence and luxury will not pay
They'll momentarily make you gay
But joy that’s bought is built on sand,
And crumbles at the Lord’s command.
The Son once wept for souls like these,
Who bowed to gold but not their knees.
You crown yourself with wealth and pride,
Yet leave your spirit crucified.
You mock the poor, ignore the call,
But Heaven sees — and counts it all.
No camel threads the needle’s eye,
No lie escapes the Lord Most High.
So raise your cup and curse His name —
But know: Hell burns with brighter flame.
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