360 Degrees of Goodness
This morning I gave thanks for this brand-new present wrapped in a bow of sunshine.
What marvelous new knowledge will come my way to benefit others and myself from the divine?
I asked only how may I serve to fulfill the purpose God sent me here for.
How may I be a beacon in the darkness showing the way to a safe passage never seen before?
How is it that a man of means has few if any good friends he can trust?
Riches acquired by false pretense fade rapidly and turn to dust.
Copyright © Wayne Smith | Year Posted 2022
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