Put God at the center of your life (song lyrics)

Put God at the center
Of your life,

And everything will
Work out for you.

Put God at the center
Of your life.

And everything will
Work out for you.

Put Faith at the Center
Of your life.

And everything will
Work out for you.

Earthly riches will
All pass away,

But the word of God
Will remain for ever.

Money, houses, cars will
All pass away,

But the word of God will remain for ever.

Put God at the center
Of your life

And everything will
Work out for you.

Waste not much time
Running after earthly treasures,

But spend your time
In search of God,

Put prayer at the center
Of your life,

And everything will
Work out for you.

Earthly riches will not
Take you to heaven,

Only the word of God will
Give you eternal life.

Put God at the center
Of your life,

And everything will work
Out for you.

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All The World’s A Stage

All The World’s A Stage

By William Shakespeare

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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