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We live in inflationary times That Excedrin headaches give, To everyone who stops to think Just what it costs to live.
A car costs twice its former price, And homes are out of sight, A simple trip to the grocery store And one can die of fright.
It costs so much to live today That man, confused, still tries In vain to wonder what’s ahead With costs so on the rise.
But that’s not the real cost of living, The cost of living still Is what it really costs a man To live outside God’s will.
Lot was a good example of that, When he looked to Sodom that day, And fell in love with Sodom’s life, And thus condoned its way.
You don’t really see the price he paid Until his life was spent, For in that world he seemed to be Quite natural, quite content.
He had a job, he had a home, He had two daughters fair, And in that setting stood quite tall For Lot looked godly there.
But as the story closes With its picture of life’s reaping, We find he had but a mirage He lost what was worth keeping.
No crowns laid up in heaven For all the work he’d done, For as they sought ten righteous, Lo, they found not even one.
No voice had he as well, When to his sons-in-law he spoke, For as he cried, “The judgment comes!” It seemed to them a joke.
Nor did his daughters heed his call And come of their accord, For they, immersed in Sodom, Had no ear to hear God’s Word.
His wife, poor thing, was so in love With Sodom and its glory, She died a frozen monument; Hers was a salty story.
And Lot himself with worldliness So spiritually confused, When given God’s next call to heed, Still stubbornly refused.
And losing all worth having, This emblem of frustration, Ends his life a moral wreck In total degradation.
How high was the cost of living? Now you can see it mounting, He gained a little pleasure And lost everything worth counting.
Friend, Satan’s inflation will kill you, Tho’ at first its price doesn’t show. The real cost of living in Sodom Is more than you’ll ever know.
So when your heart becomes tempted to compromise, And all the world’s glamour you see, Stop and just whisper, “I’ve counted the cost And it just isn’t worth it for me!”
