You can run out of all the richest resources on this planet And still be rich Because when I have something like you I'm still very wealthy Your soul is more than gold Your influence will never get old I want to grow old With you I want to be my thoughtfully ***** minded self with you Maybe its normal But I have to admit it Or else I'd feel like I'm lying to myself when i think I'm not I want to strike gold By having your hand to hold
The power of resources beyond lack Filling up every vacuum of want What could we ever ask? When there’s provision for what we need not yet
In Heaven’s Economy Peace that passes understanding Erasing the fear of depression With enough confidence to face tomorrow Provided through the network of faith
Heavens' Economy Where the existence of famine is not recognized Even the least budget is well organized Its treasures are incorruptible And only by faith is it accessible Reserved for the people in His kingdom Managed by His wisdom Heaven’s economy, powered by God.
I can't believe How spoiled I am I have a bed to sleep in Food Water Clothes Yet sometimes I want more. Such a brat! Thinking I deserve these things While people who work 100,000 times harder than me Die every day Without the things I take for granted Things I never even think of Why am I alive If I'm such a waste of resources
All the wealth in the hands of the few. Very saddening.