Yielding heavy crops.
His stores would be too small
So this is what he thought:
"I shall tear down my storehouses now
And build bigger barns to store the goods.
Then I can say to myself 'you're smart.
Now you're the richest in the neighborhood.'"
Tomorrow you'll die, no money saves you."
Like the rich man did,
And act as money's slave,
Store more goods than we need.
Money and might is all what we want,
We're living good, but we want more.
That once we must die this is a fact
That intentionally we ignore.
Death comes sudden, no one can tell
When all our money is drawing us to hell
Tomorrow you could die, no money saves you."
Gather your treasures in heaven's bonds, so you save your soul.