A fleeting gleam—the gold of earth—
Its shine is brief—its fleeting worth—
It buys no breath—beyond the grave—
No coin can soul—from death’s grip save—
The rich may boast—their names may soar—
Yet dust they join—through death’s dark door—
Their houses fall—their lands decay—
Like beasts they fade—in night’s cold sway—
But God’s own hand—redeems the soul—
From grave’s deep hold—He makes us whole—
A morning breaks—where upright reign—
And light eternal—heals all pain—
No fear shall bind—when wealth ascends—
For glory dies—where life’s road ends—
Trust not in gain—but Truth’s clear call—
The Lord alone—upholds us all—
O child of Truth—awake, arise—
See past the veil—of fleeting lies—
His love endures—His promise stays—
Your soul is His—through endless days—
… teknaTruth – on Psalm 49