I have what I have, I've got what I've got, and what I obtain is quite a whole lot. I like what I own and that will be that. I have a nice home. I thank God for that. I always have food, to take and just eat, While others have died; They starved on the streets. My home has a roof to shelter the storm, but others are cold; no home to keep warm. I have two parents to call of my own. Others are orphans, they stay all alone. I own some nice clothes, and nice warm coats, too, but others wear rags, and old torn up shoes. I have a nation who treats me alright, but lots of countries do nothing but fight. I know I have help when I get real sick The poor have no aid when the troubles get thick. I know my Christ Jesus as Savior and King. A soul without Christ is a very sad thing. I leave you with this: spread God's message worldwide 'cause the love of your God shall never subside.
Reason for writing:
God inspired this poem through me!!!
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