Hopes--God Loans Us Things

Hopes, I'm a caretaker and I own not none I'm a wishful thinker WHY! WHY ? Because My prayers are worthy My hopes are high I'm like a hung jury Being caught up in a lie God loans me much HE'S not a bank Nor is He a man that He would like God loans me all God loans me abundance And still does God loans me My father, mother, brother and sister All, all of my love He loans me creatures big and small Birds and fishes everything all All that He created my God has loaned unto me I am a care taker of all that I see
11/20/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022©
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