I JUST MURDERED RICHES

When riches comes, call my attention, I have a story to tell.
To thank Her for not been in a haste.
For leading my feet to the school of discipline and my hands to hardwork by default,
For building my faith on Christ the solid Rock by response,
When Riches comes, remind me, I have a question to ask.

Nothing so dearly, my heart won't give
Sadness so far away because no value to gamble.
Creativity, highly esteemed, so we rode on local wagons.
At 100, our fathers were healthy,
Natural herbs proved potent, unlike our 'so called' improved health care of today.
Riches, Thank You!, Your delay made me wealthy.

But Riches, unlike Silver-spoon babes,
You live in their past, ready before birth,
But to us, you live in our Future.
Are you not accurate in statistics to see the future,
Knowing those who love you and use you for others?
From those who love you but use you solely for self?
Everyone loves you, you know.

Hmmm, Agur's prophetic revelation now Dawn.
Dont give Me poverty nor Riches
Feed me only the food I need or I may feel satisfied and deny you saying
'Who is the Lord ?' or despise those in need ?.

But Riches, come, come fast according to your nature in Christ Jesus.
By faith, I'm justified so also by Works.
Come not primarily for myself but for our Creator and the needy.
After all, you look like VANITY.

*© BuksMan 2018*

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