Pockets.......Pockets
Get your hands out of my
pockets. The palmer worm,
the canker worm swirling
all around me...How can I live
with your hand always out.
Devouring all of my money.
How can I tithe with all these
bills drowning me?
I'm so deep in debt.I've cried
out loud and no one has heard
me yet. A friend wounded me to
my face;telling me about a
robbery that took place. In the
end I was called a thief and a
robber.I sob and cried some
more.Remembering the tithe
don't belong to me and God
will always get His money!
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