Be sure you know the condition of your flocks, give careful attention to your herds; for riches do not endure forever, and a crown is not secure for all generations.…

There’s a hollow where I’ve fallen I have hurt both mind and spirit For betrayal, my own kindred Til near to death my bosom Then lo, I behold a glimmer…

I shall offer what I have left It’s only fitting because I’m kept By obligations, many you see As long as I do something, it’s generosity, Towards God Our God…