Off the golden coast of Georgia is where Lies an island that is very rare Jekyll Island is the name of the place The Vanderbilts and Morgans needed their space
Originally developed by a wealthy few They built fancy houses as their riches grew An average American Joe was not invited there To set foot on this rich man's land they wouldn't dare
Now a century of time has passed by Time has flown by quicker than you can bat an eye The original rich ones now lie silent in their graves The ocean tide still ebbs and flows with gentle waves
The state of Georgia now owns this piece of land Live oak trees grow huge amongst the dunes and sand On Memorial day 2005 a carriage ride I took At those fancy houses I took a long, long look
The original Jekyll owners had 1/6th of the world's wealth All that money couldn't buy them eternal life and health The things of this world grow dim and fade away Money can't keep the creeping hand of time at bay
The Lord has promised us a mansion in glory In the Bible is told the old, old story How if you trusted in him and believe That eternal life and riches you shall receive
Copyright 2005, Irvin L. Rozier
About the Author
Author of My Walk with the Lord, www.selahbooks.com, preacher, retired military
