No VIP Section

 The rich and the poor, will always meet together....Thus saith the Lord.

When you stand before the King, to be judged for your works.

There will be no distinction or wealth of earthly perks.

There is no VIP section or butler in the grave.

And friends to behold you and smile as you wave.

The roof over your head, will be the ground you once walked.

And nothing you held dear, would be highlighted and stalked.

If you laboured to be rich, or be wise in your own eyes.

Nothing you have stored up, would cease your own demise.

For the fat off your table, is not the feast prepared.

And one day when you wake up, there'll be no one who once cared.

Look not upon your status, or title to your name.

For when your time is up, you won't carry any fame.

Fill your cup with morsels, to share with those in need.

And see the hand of Jesus, pluck out every weed.

The eye of God's own needle, is thread for Lazarus.

And where he lays his head, will be where the wind will gust.

Set your house in order, before your time is up.

For the rich and the poor, might not in heaven, sup.