Wealthy man, you are imprisoned, riches are your cell and chain; by your selfish will arrested, trapped by your pursuit of gain. Lazarus, who once was poor, lives with God and dies no more. To the man, at banquet's doorway, after years of need and shame, holy angels came and carried him to be with Abraham. But the man, who did so well is rejected now in hell. If not in the human conscience God's redeeming work is done, owners soon become possession of the things they gained and won. All who freedom's gift deny unremembered they will die. For the God of great creations, who is wealthiest of all, in the likeness of a poor man, whom the people caused to fall, he has made the world to see how we can be truly free. He came down to servant level, sharing people's need and stress, and his kingly coming gave to poverty its righteousness. But appearances of fain will dissolve in loss and pain.