Money drives many to succeed at their trade Rewards of riches is what they have weighed Spending their birthdays with their dreams betrayed A life for treasures of dust was their trade Time passes and we ask, where it all went Is there not a clue in how it was spent? Finding God’s peace or riches to lament Birthdays will pass and who’ll know where you went My friends have birthdays and we do wonder Will I be seen as light’ning or thunder Will I find Heaven or go down under Smart ones receive Jesus without wonder did it make ya think?
Birthdays
My friends have birthdays and so we rejoice
Others grow older, without too much choice
Some do it with smiles; some with loud voice
Smart ones just kneel before Jesus to rejoice