Anticipated Riches
My hands are empty
My pockets bare
Yet my heart is overflowing
It’s filled with love
To always share
It remains forever growing
No clothes of silk
Nor gold adorned
Is needed for my purse
Follow prophesies
Just as warned
To satisfy my thirst
As word be spread
Upon the land
Of the truth, the saving light
With head held high
And outward hands
I await the true birthright
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