My World You may think that I'm not wealthy. Well, I guess that this is true. I don't have a lot of money If that's what wealthy means to you. I am blessed with many riches, As I look around I see. Though I am not rich or famous, So many riches God gave me. Butterflys come visit often Flying freely to and fro. Birds sing sweetly in the trees As squirrels scamper just below. I have had a loving husband Heard my newborn babe's first cry. These are reasons that I'm wealthy This is where my riches lie. As I gaze around this world of mine, A grateful melody I sing About the mansion that is waiting For I'm a child of " The King. " Copyright - Gloria Martel |
Background by GLM |
Thank you to my friend B.J. for this Award for My World |
