O, to be rich!
What pleasures we'd see
I in you, you in me...
For the unrighteous; I heard a command ..
Give what was stolen into their hand...
Execute judgement; deal discretion, heal the land.
To do your alms out of sight:
Like you: pure delight...
The riches of the Father, has the Son, in him there's more than enough, for those who come...
He brings to nothing, power, and greed: snared in a trap, of their own making..
When he said: the first will be last. Did you think he was faking?
O, to be rich! To crash the system, bring it down.
With righteousness, reign in hearts, and minds!
O, to be rich!
Just divine.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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There are different types of riches some recognized some not. Money, power, fame, beauty, health, kindness, charity, love, hope, faith. Everyone has one or another not always the one they wish. A lovely write
Valiantstar, this reads like a hymn of reversal. You confront power, reclaim righteousness, and redefine abundance without losing warmth or wonder. It’s confident, compassionate, and, yes…just divine. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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