In the realm where the sun meets the sea, a voice whispers, "Come, follow me. Deny thyself, let your old self cease, take up your cross, find your inner peace."
Material wealth and worldly possessions are not the most important things in life. If one were to acquire all the wealth and possessions in the world but lose their moral integrity, self-respect, or spiritual well-being in the process, then such gain would be meaningless or even detrimental. Jesus emphasizes the importance of maintaining one’s values and spiritual health over materialistic pursuits.
Each dawn brings a cross to bear, a path to tread, a burden to share. Yet in this struggle, you're not alone, for the One you follow has set the tone. He walked the path, He bore the pain, in sun and wind, in snow and rain. He denied Himself, His life to give, so through His sacrifice, we may live. So take up your cross, let the world be, and follow the One who sets you free. For what is gained if the world you win, but lose the soul that dwells within? So come now, follow Him, don't delay, take up your cross and walk His way. Through trials and tribulations, you'll see, the beauty of His love, deep as the sea.
Choose life, oh soul, in this vast cosmic dance, for you and yours, give faith a chance. Love the Lord, your God, with all your might, in the quiet morning and the silent night. Heed His voice, in the whisper of the trees, in the rustling leaves, carried by the breeze. Hold fast to Him, in trials and in joy, for His love is a fortress, none can destroy. For choosing life, is choosing His way, a path of love, where no shadows lay. It means life for you, abundant and free, a promise of what is, and what will be. A long life to live, on the land so fair, a gift from the Lord, beyond compare. He swore He would give, to you and your kin, a testament of His love, that dwells within.
He stands tall, like a tree by the brook, in life's grand, open book. Roots deep, in faith they soak, in the running water's gentle croak. His leaves, they never fade, in the sun or in the shade. Green and vibrant, they parade, a testament to the life he's made. In due season, his fruits appear, a harvest of love, joy, and cheer. Bountiful and clear, a melody for all to hear. Whatever he does, it prospers well, like a story, we all tell. In his heart, peace does dwell, in the sound of the ringing bell. So, let us be like the tree, planted by the water, wild and free. Yielding fruit, for all to see, living life, in harmony.
