I look around and ask

“Where do I put my trust?”

Since nothing seems to last

It all becomes like dust

 

The wealthy man felt secure

In the funds his life had earned

But his worst fear of becoming poor

Occurred as he watched his house burn

 

I observed the romantic

Infatuated with his dream girl

His obsession made her panic

And her departure crushed his world

 

The hedonist watched in scorn

Personal pleasure was king!

But all the sex, drugs and porn

Destroyed his everything

 

The professor didn’t worry

For she had lots of knowledge

Still she grew surly

Somethings couldn’t be learned in college

 

The religious lady felt light

Anticipating a great reward

But the good works didn’t suffice

They were still wicked at the core

 

The ruler let his servants waste away

Without realizing his own lot

The power that he craved

Ended with one loud shot

 

Many others remained

Placing hope in people, places or things

But this always left them in pain

To temporary gods did they cling

 

As I watched these things crash and burn

My heart sank into despair

For all in me that I did yearn

Could not be found anywhere

 

As I sat and pondered

And scanned the barren land once more,

I saw a man who wandered

Saying he’d come to settle the score

 

“Sir, where can I put my trust?

All these things have failed”

“Son there is something for me to do, a must

I’ve come to set you free from this jail”

 

“Trust in me and what I’ve done

For I will never change

Come to me, God’s only Son

I will bear all your sin and shame.”

 

My soul’s condition was without hope

But this man afforded me trust

Once living yet without a pulse,

Now I’ve been saved by this man named Jesus