Labor not for the things that perish; here today, but gone tomorrow
and forever lost.
We earn money, only to put it into bags filled with holes; anon,
before we know it the money is all gone with nothing to show for it,
but memories of pain and misery.
Let us than lay up for ourselves treasures in Heaven where time will
not destroy, nor thieves break in and steal; nor moth or rust corrupt;
nor diminish in value through all time.
Where your treasure is, there shall your heart be also.
If your treasure is in Heaven, Heaven shall be in your heart;
drinking of the fountain of joy and the river of everlasting peace;
feasting of the manna from Heaven.
