Something seems attractive about ole gold,
It is dug, it is worked, it’s panned, it’s sold.
Many folks wear it, all over the place;
On their fingers, middle toe, on their face.
But don’t let gold capture your heart or hand,
Be “born-a-new” and in heaven’s true land,
Gold is so low, you’ll walk on it on high.
Let values be judged by the “bye-n-bye.”
– eab, 8/11/06
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