Why Will Ye Die - Meditation

Why Will Ye Die
For what is the hope of the hypocrite
Though he has gained when God taketh away his soul
Will God hear his cry when trouble cometh upon him
They spend their days in wealth
And in a moment go down to the grave
In the fullness of his sufficiency
He shall be in straits
Every hand of the wicked shall come upon him
Lo this is the man that made not God his strength
But trusted in the abundance of his riches
And strengthened himself in his wickedness
The ground of a certain rich man brought forth plentifully
And he thought within himself saying
What shall I do
Because I have no room where to bestow my fruits
And he said
This will I do
I will pull down my barns
And build greater
And there will I bestow all my fruits and my goods
And I will say to my soul
Thou has much goods laid up for many years
Take thine ease
Eat drink and be merry
But God said unto him
Thou fool
This night
Thy soul shall be required of thee
Then whose shall those things be which thou has provided
So is he that layeth up treasure for himself
And is not rich toward God
Lay not up treasure for yourselves upon earth
Where moth and rust does corrupt
And where thieves break through and steal
But lay up for yourselves treasure in heaven
Where neither moth nor rust doest corrupt
And where thieves do not break through nor steal
For where your treasure is
There will your heart be also
No man can serve two masters
For either he will hate the one
And love the other
Or else he will hold to the one
And despise the other
Ye cannot serve God and mammon
Therefore I say unto you
Take no thought for your life
What you shall eat
What ye shall drink
Nor yet for your body
What ye shall put on
Is not the life more than meat
And the body more than raiment
But seek ye first the kingdom of God
And his righteousness
And all these things shall be added unto you
For what is a man profited
If he shall gain the whole world
And lose his own soul
Or what shall a man give
In exchange for his soul
For the Son of Man shall come in the glory of his Father
With his angels
And then he shall reward every man
According to his works
Because thou sayest I am rich
And increased with goods
And in need of nothing
And knowest not that thou art wretched
And miserable
And poor
And blind
And naked
I council thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire
That thou mayest be rich
And white raiment
That thou mayest be clothed
And that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear
And anoint thine eyes with eyesalve
That thou mayest see
As many as I love I rebuke and chasten
Be zealous therefore
And repent
Have I any pleasure at all
That the wicked should die
Saith the Lord
And not that he should return from his ways and live
Cast away from you all your transgressions
Whereby ye have transgressed
And make you a new heart
And a new spirit
For why will you die
Oh house of Israel
For I have no pleasure in the death of him that dieth
Saith the Lord God
Wherefore turn yourselves
And live ye
Behold I stand at the door and knock
If any man hear my voice and open the door
I will come into him
And will sup with him
And he with me
To him that overcometh
Will I grant to sit with me
In my throne
Even as I also overcame
And a sit down with my Father
In his throne
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