There once was a man with a greedy hand,
He wanted the sky, the sea, and the land.
"More, more, more!" he’d cry with glee,
Not knowing that less could set him free.
He grabbed at the stars, he reached for gold,
Never content with the things he could hold.
The world was his oyster, or so he thought,
But the joy that he chased could not be bought.
His pockets grew heavy, his heart grew cold,
He lost his way by the glint of gold.
For treasure that glittered, he’d sell his soul,
Not seeing the way it swallowed him whole.
Then a voice came soft, like a summer breeze,
“Do you know you’re a prisoner to all of these?
What does it profit a man to gain,
If in the end, his soul’s in chains?”
But the man ignored, as the greedy do,
He filled his purse, but his spirit withdrew.
The riches piled high, yet hollow they seemed,
He lived in a castle, but never he dreamed.
One day he found in an ancient book,
A parable that made him stop and look.
A rich man once, with barns full and wide,
Died alone with no joy inside.
He paused and wondered what it all meant,
Why the barns stayed full, but the heart was spent.
And then it hit him, clear as day—
His life was slipping and wasting away.
He dropped his gold, fell to his knees,
Cried, "Lord, help me, I’m lost to these."
The weight of his greed began to lift,
As he turned to God for the greatest gift.
For all the silver in skies above,
Could never compare to the Father's love.
He gave up his treasure, and joy he found,
For in giving it up, his soul was crowned.
He shared his wealth with those in need,
No longer bound by selfish greed.
The hungry were fed, the homeless found rest,
In giving, his heart was truly blessed.
Now the man’s life is rich and true,
With joy in his heart and a love that grew.
For what he gave came back tenfold,
A treasure far greater than silver or gold.