Dressed well in purple and clothed in fine linen,
Daily, he went around that great, beautiful town,
Dwelt in his palatial mansion, he built so grand.
Did not help or bother about poor people around.
And he sat at the table, layed in his flowery garden,
Fed himself with tasty food and drank good wine,
Leftovers and crumbs of food fell on the ground,
A beggar, picked up and ate, dogs licked his wounds.
On the appointed day, angels from heaven arrived,
To Heaven, the soul of the beggar, they carried,
Later someday, Richman also died, all mourners cried,
With much pomp and show, his body was buried.
Up in Heaven, in Abraham’s bosom, Lazarus was happy,
Suffering in the hot Hell, Richman pleaded for mercy,
The richness he enjoyed, could not propel him to Heaven,
For nowhere in the Holy book, was his name written.
The richman in hell, remembered all his five brethren,
Prayed to Abraham – ‘send someone to tell them, not to sin’
Nay, said Father Abraham, they have Moses and the prophets
If they heed not, they won’t believe words of the resurrected.
Whosoever was not found written in the ‘Book of Life‘
Was cast into the lake of fire, the Richman and the like,
A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches,
Lazarus‘ name is in The Book, Richman’s name? – No one knows.
(Inspiration : A sermon by Pr. Francis C.L (Dubai) on 13.07.2011)
‘Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight …’
Author – C. Samuel Gift (Bethel Seniors Fellowship, Bethel AG Church, Bengaluru)