Poem December 10, 1955 Issue

THE RICH YOUNG MAN

Matthew 19:21, 22

Kathryn Paulson

Sell all I had? He asked too much.
Earth's riches still meant more
Than promises of treasure
On heaven's distant shore!

Ah, blind, blind eyes that did not see
The heavenly kingdom here;
Nor heard aright his loving words
That brought its riches near!

He did not strip all loveliness
Or joy from paths I trod;
He only taught good must be seen
And sought and found in God.

Kathryn Paulson

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