I'M Rich

When you look at me, What do you see? A woman who’s made, Wonderfully. I may not be paid, In tokens but certainly, Is royalty. A gift of the almighty, To share with the world, God’s promise. One who has been, Through the storms. Who has been, Outright mistreated, Called phrases, That one will never see, In the Bible. Beautiful as can be, Cute as a button, Outfits that look as they, Come from designers racks. Hair flying in the wind, Floating in her Old SUV, As if I were in a Cadillac, With a smile on my face. Laughing hilariously. Complimenting you clothing, And your abilities. I have problems, Just like you. But like the song states, I come 100 percent real, With everything I do. I make things happen, Every time I come through. Not showing a worry, What about others do or say. Cuz’ I’m gonna make it, Anyway. Don’t care about you, Because my Father Takes care of everything, When I get home. We have a close relationship. Constantly praying, Praising the Father, For everything, He has given me, Good and bad, For all of the Gifts and talents, That are intensified, As a result of hard trials. God is the key to open, Every door of my destiny. So when you look at me, You see someone, Who is wealthy, Who gains, From a source, That will never run out. I’m rich Indeed as precious, As any mineral From any ore.