Poetry

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Whatever happened to our money,dont want to sound
to mercenary,we have been told in the gospel
parable,do not lay up for yourselves here treasure,
on earth,since of course it only turns to dirt,the
reason for my poem thus,it's value is becoming
less and less,time's are always changing,so i guess
and currency is a casualty,and buying that much less we see,dont want to sound to much out of date,
poverty's not at the gate,for people's value GOD,
did not create,and we are more value than many
sparrows,OUR LORD HIMSELF,did say.Hope lessons i
will learn from day to day,my prayers of value i
should say,for moth,and rust,will my money take
away,and thieves can strike any day,hope to GOD
IT'S MY SOUL I SAVE,life eternal theGOOD LORD,
will give,depending on the way i live,for my soul's
not saved by money power,but the lord of life,gives
to you and me,if it's GOD WE SEEK,not riches and
all false treasuary. Joe.

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