We are all navigating through life!
We are all growing in different ways!
Since, money is the root of all evil.
Use money to bless the needy!
Be knitted with family and friends
When one is weak, the other is strong
When both are weak, He is stronger!
Remember God is our primary source!
He is our solution and righteous judge!
He knows our inner most thoughts!
He knows the plans He has for us!
Since we all err and miss it in life
Having a teachable, correctable spirit
Will unlock the chained gates
Cause things to rebloom in our lives!
For the pure in heart will see Him
For those who have His heart
Will see Him! So, Rejoice!
For extraordinary multiplication
Of grace is coming our way!
Be Bold! Be Triumphant!
Get ready for the double portion!
Wear the new mantle for this season
With grace and multiplication!
Some say money is the root of all evil
I believe it is taking unnecessary risks
Let’s ask Evel Knievel!
Written August 9, 2021
God’s Law, And Man’s
Written: by Miracle Man
July 19, 2021
There are two kinds of laws,
those of God and man
Man will vote to change things,
just because he can.
Today, things are no longer,
the way they’ve been.
But by making things legal,
makes them no less a sin.
Things that were sin,
in our country’s early day.
Christians have accepted,
somewhere along the way.
Many will vote for change,
to benefit a good cause.
But when we vote for sin,
we’re breaking God’s laws.
Will the taxes sin generates,
continue to enthrall.
By making sin legal,
we accelerate our downfall.
1 Timothy 6:10
“For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.”
Money can buy a house, but not a home.
Money can buy a bed, but not sleep.
Money can buy a clock, but not time.
Money can buy a book, but not knowledge.
Money can buy position, but not respect.
Money can buy medicine, but not health.
Money can buy blood, but not life.
Money can buy sex, but not love.
Money is a good servant, but a bad master.
Eagerness for money is the root of all evil, but the gift of God is eternal life.
Do not put money first in life!
©?®?2021
Amb. Peter T. Woyea
They say money is the root of all evil
But without money our dream would crumble
To man money is the path to all reason
With or without it we won't be humble
These colourful papers could tame the system
A world where the rich strive
Only the poor would be the victim
Mankind would struggle to survive
Money and man is like chemistry
They slide together no penalty
You can't have money without jealousy
Broken bonds would damage you mentally
Money can move mountain
Or switch your heart to nothing
They say money is the root of all evil.
So forgive me God for I'm about to be a sinner.
You know I can't let my baby
Just have water for his dinner.
In this life you are only a winner
If you're pockets are Fuller
And frankly im tired of being a loser
Only Rich at heart with nothing
To show except for my hungry smile and my kindness .Now i want money and respect as interest, I'm willing to
Lose my integrity as an investment.
No more time for sitting around the fire with family and sharing fairy tales
About the rich men of the city,the kings and queens of the streets of Egypt who praise Gold and shine like diamonds. So I dust my self as I enter the world of believers and dreamers and as I become one of them I'll forget my dusty roots and one day will convince them that it is better to sin while you in the world because it's no different from hell oh well only when I die and reach heaven will I give up the riches of earth cause I can't live like an angel when I got no wings.
If we don’t have enough money, we lose our dignity and independence
In our society having money makes a big difference
It can own you if you’re priorities are off
Without money so many seem lost
But it grows remarkably when we manage it cleverly
It can evaporate without a trace when we waste it foolishly
Once it’s invested wisely, you can have more of it
With a blessing like that I would do more good with it
The power of it makes many forget their values and morals
Loving money too much could lead to all kinds of evils
We need compassion for those of us in pain
We need understanding for those that are insane
Power and greed is powerful icons of modern day life
We have to trust Jesus to resist the tempestuous stresses and toil of strife
As long as I have enough to get by
I'm very happy
1 Timothy 6:10 For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.
“I make the Money, It don’t make me “
Going to work every day, out here no excuse
Making Money, I make the money
It don’t make me
Out here grinding by all means, finish a day’s work
Go get some rest
Mission completed, I did my best, to pass this test
Money is the root of all evil
That’s what I was told
Never greed, want to succeed
Anyway it goes, but it’s been told
More times than before
That what good is a man, to gain the world and lose its soul
Don’t let the money, take full control
On earth you could live without it and be happy
But man makes you think you can’t with money sometimes a price is paid
At a bigger cost, its just currency, that has lost the value of its true meaning
People use it and abuse it, don’t know its worth
And if they lose it for good
It will hit them where it hurts
Put in the works and labor, and then the money you make will work in your favor
Written By: Concetta Hardnett
6/27/2016
She had all she ever needed and yet she still wasn't happy
Even she had conceded that it was true "she never felt free"
Everything she ever bought trying to please this inner need
Never getting what she sought as her soul was never freed
With each year that past and all the things she accumulated
Those feelings don't ever last and have long since dissipated
There in the room so full of stuff but not a single soul around
One day she finally had enough and would no longer be bound
She started giving stuff away a purse or shoes here and there
For often in her day she now seen a way that she could care
It wasn't a big showy act but just something special in a need
So many out there truly lacked this being what she could read
She occasionally treated herself too but it wasn't the first thing
For it became in the giving she knew that made her heart sing
Not alone in that room today but out delivering something blue
For in following the Lord's way there will always be things to do
1 Timothy 6:10
For the love of money is the root of all evil:
which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith,
and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.
Well, poetry or music won’t earn your keep
Many times over we have heard
The love of money is the root of all evil.
Be rich but keep that in mind not to divulge it.
“Some think luxury is the opposite of poverty”.
But It is not. It is the opposite of vulgarity.”
Be rich but keep that vulgarity away.
First, do what the clouds do,
Empty yourself before you start for soulful luxury
Take a loose rein and a deep seat
Cherish not earthly treasures
Swift they flee and all is vain
A clean heart enriched with virtues
Brings to me eternal gain.
Start out on a long journey of pure luxury
Look how the clouds are pure and white
As the flocks new shorn
And fresh from the clear brook
Sleeping on the fields of the heaven
Look at the flowers grown in pure garden
The sole luxury of the nature known.
Take to music, the sweetest of human joys
The soul’s pure luxury that never cloys
Again, do what the clouds do
When emptied.
These are all the feast of intellectual
With no stains.
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January 31, 2015
Form: Free Verse
Contest: Indulgence
Love of Money
Dr. James E. Martin
©March, 2014
Money is the root of all evil
Many try to intelligently say.
They sadly misquote the text
And cause many to from truth turn away.
Money is not the problem you see
But love of the lucrative stuff.
This love drives many these days
To never have enough.
Their constant drive for more
Brings behavior that’s questionable at best.
Morals are often ignored
As greed leads to failing the test.
What Caesar really said; "I came, I saw, I ran like hell..."
(Speaking of Caesar, I think he's famous for going to Las Vegas and making
salad.)
If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it's probably a pigeon.
A bird in the hand is worth a roll of paper towels. what a mess!
When the going gets tough, I leave.
The only thing to fear is, well, pretty much everyone.
If at first you don't succeed, try something else.
If money is the root of all evil, you should be rich.
Never count your eggs after they're scrambled.
You get what you put into it. Yeah, like my lemon flavored meatloaf!
Two and two makes group sex.
"I think I'll never see, a poem as lovely as your knee."
If you think you got it tough, try my steak!
Sixteen tons, and what do you get? Squashed.
It's better to have loved and lost, than pay for a divorce.
If music be the food of love, My ex-wife was tone deaf.
Into the Valley of Deaf rode the 600 defective hearing aid batteries.
The Hallmark Hall Of Flame- a card store is burned down.
Have a good day!
A Boy’s dream a wealth of education.
He traveled the world to seek knowledge.
Many years from the mother made soil.
Black coat worn in pride of joy.
Words he came out of, they were all shocked.
A harsh lesson realized, all the hard work for what?
I went, the country was sold out by the mighty paper.
A throw away of the back coat in the bin never to be worn again.
A look of sheer anger our own royal brigade was worthless.
He didn’t eat. Many days he only drank water to stay alive.
Bring peace in the nation, not firing guns.
Years went by metal pieces on the hand, a march to the jail yard.
He came out one day he still continued the struggle.
Until I breathe I fight, money is the root of all evil.
They finally had to give in to the national hero.
A flag finally cleaned, hung up at last after so many years.
When he left us we gave him great honor we stamped his forehead
On the almighty rupee he cherished.
(taken from my book called shock)
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