I wished to be a rich man’s kid
One who had everything at his disposal
And pampered with myrrh and gold when upset
I longed to dress in fine purple linen
And put on a year’s wages perfume
But here I am, a slave, a poor but pious pauper
On my knees to seek mercy from the Lord
Here I am, so much willing to do anything to own the earth
To be recognized as a human and have a title
But for what gain?
Have you read my e-books?
Lord, sometimes I see wealthy people Adorned in pearls, gold and purple tunics I see them fat, with fat wallets and fat cars I see them walking in a rich
Sunday, 31st December 2017, 12.45pm Anger is what I feel when they jeer at me Resentment takes the best of me When they torture my soul and rip my heart
Sunday, 31st December 2017, 12.32pm Sometimes Lord, my faith is shaken There’s too much theory about you Everyone has their perception of you And when they share, it conflicts with
