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Material Wealth

I've no money in my pocket not even one thin dime, and I don't have an address I can say is really mine. I'm living in a mission where the homeless come to stay. I don't even own a suitcase what else is there to say? But I'm living by God's mercy for He supplies my every need. At one time I was a rich man but I gave in to greed. I lost my wife and family then I lost my freedom, too. When there was simply nothing left God said,"I'll deal with you." He sent me on a journey like I've never had before. And when it's finally over I'll be welcomed at His door.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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