The Lasting Happiness

True happiness Is not how rich men are; One falls not into slumber, worrying With much money, mansion and car. Real contentment Is measured not by greatness; Fame from hard work made Is in vain or useless. Genuine joy Is gauged not by wisdom one gains; The more knowledge abounds, The greater it pains. Transient delight Means not even a single thing; One has been chasing the wind, Nothing but trouble it does bring. Life's felicity Is but temporal, abrupt and brief; It does quickly fade away, And is often cut short by grief. Fix your eyes On God's greatest promise; The holy city of no aches and tears, In the land of sheer bliss. The new heaven and the new earth, The paradise of righteousness; Perfectly prepared for our complete And lasting happiness.