You share the lot of your master
As if he were your father,
And you but a little child,
who shares the whole part as son or daughter.
Those who take their inheritance from Satan,
Inherit the World and its treasures.
They aspire toward the lap of luxury
And swim in fleshly pleasures.
They abhor all humility
Zealously avoid pains –
Seeing the only ‘reality’
Of living life by gains.
Those who take their inheritance
From Jesus,
Give this life in preparation for the next,
With meek and humble striving,
A constant living quest.
They partake of the sufferings,
And give themselves to charity,
to pray for a world, lost, in forgetful
strange barbarity.
Satan extols the High Life,
Jesus proclaims the low,
Whatever then we grow,
Is whatever we have sown.
Tethered for eternity
Will every soul then be –
To the master they have loved
And served, with total
Fixity.
All humans engage in worship,
Of some idol, some god, some desire -
We turn our lives around our loves,
Spiraling lower or higher.
In the end it’s not our sin
That condemns us,
But our abhorrence
Of Jesus as Lord –
The only one who can commend us,
Is the sovereign one over all.
