Where's the Money?
Where’s the money I often say,
for the stack of bills I have to pay.
Work all day and through the night,
only to receive a paycheck that is light.
Blood, sweat, and countless tears,
as the money quickly disappears.
Unfortunately there is never enough,
Which makes times quite tough.
Seems those who will lie and cheat in a flash,
have a never ending supply of cash.
But I strive to be a God fearing man,
living as clean and honest as I can.
So I wonder what I have to do,
or what must I go through.
Will I ever be able to get ahead,
before I am too old or even dead.
Never will I be a millionaire,
But God knows my every need and care.
Although where’s the money is what I say,
I know the answer is to fervently pray.
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