Analysis of Forty-ninth Psalm

They opened up a subdivision

Family names the theme.

And all the dough

The kudos so

Much fuss, just like a dream.

But brass ring pull

And pockets full

Left little room for God.

And He supreme

Worth all their dreams

Got no respectful thought.

The names will pass

They die like beasts

And then must bow the knee.

Too late to see the

That hosts Eternity.

Too late to know

The Song of Grace

Some trust most