BETRAYING OUR MASTER …

A poignant poem by H.A. Ironside…

It may not be for silver
It may not be for gold,
But still by tens of thousands
Is this precious Savior sold.

Sold for a godless friendship,
Sold for a selfish aim,
Sold for a fleeting trifle,
Sold for an empty name.

Sold in the mart of Science,
Sold in the seat of Power,
Sold at the shrine of Fortune,
Sold in Pleasure’s bower.

Sold where the awful bargain
None but God’s eye can see!
Ponder, my soul, the question:
Shall He be sold by thee?”

2 thoughts on “BETRAYING OUR MASTER …

  1. Too many today take their eyes off the real prize and become distracted with any/everything the world has to offer–never realizing they are turning from the eternal to the temporary.

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