The poem contrasts the blinding, deceptive light of prosperity preachers, who lure followers with promises of wealth, with the eternal, guiding light of Christ. Their fleeting, pride-fueled glow leads to shadows and confusion, while Jesus’ steady radiance offers free, clear direction to true life. The prosperity sparks fade, but His light pierces the haze, illuminating a path to endless, radiant hope.

They flash their beams from polished stages,
Prosperity’s prophets, dazzling bright,
“Follow this glow, your riches wait,”
But the glare blinds, a thief in sight.

Their lamps burn hot with golden hues,
A flicker fed by fleeting gain,
Shadows stretch where truth should stand,
A stumbling path through pride’s domain.

“I am the light,” Christ calmly shines,
A steady ray through darkest night,
No cost to claim, no wealth to chase,
A glow that leads to life aright.

Their sparks flare out, their boasts go dim,
While Jesus’ beam cuts through the haze,
One step with Him, the way grows clear,
A radiant dawn for endless days.