One Day With the Lord

A thousand years of golden light,
Where pleasures flow and hearts take flight,
May soothe the soul, yet still remain
A hollow joy, a fleeting gain.

For what is wealth without His grace?
A shining mask, an empty place.
What is ease if He’s not near?
A whisper lost, a voiceless tear.

But one day’s pain beneath His hand,
Though hard to bear, is deeply planned.
For in the trial, faith is tried,
And in the fire, gold refined.

His love sustains, His mercy guides,
His presence never leaves our side.
A single day of trust and tears
Outweighs the wealth of endless years.

So let the world its riches claim,
Let kings and empires chase their fame,
I choose the path, though rough it be,
Where Christ alone walks close to me.

MarkWaldrop

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