There were two men who knew each other:
One was rich, the other a beggar;
The rich wore clothes of pretty purple;
The poor beggar wore torn dirty rags.
The man of wealth feasted on good food,
The hungry beggar on a crumb chewed;
Brothers and friends partied with the rich;
The beggar’s friends were dogs from a ditch.
The man with money, healthy and strong;
The other, sick and sore, all day long;
So it was that both men’s lives ended:
Now, where do you think their souls landed?
Poor Lazarus home to heaven went,
Not because he was poor, but God sent
His dear Son, Jesus, to die for sins;
His precious blood makes us clean within.
The rich one, well, I’m sorry to tell,
His money could not save him from hell;
On earth he showed he didn’t believe;
He’s there now forever! He can’t leave.
But, you and I are still free to choose:
Accept Jesus as Lord—you can’t lose!
He’s calling your name with loving voice;
Hell is an endless, very sad choice.
ML-09/10/2017