A clean shirt
and blue jeans
Sit softly on my skin
A warm meal
and cold water
Are my daily routine
I am the rich man
I am the rich man
I am the rich man
My head's full of dreams
i've got plans to live them out
My pocket's full of opportunity
and I am not without
anything that i need
I am the rich man
I am the rich man
I am the rich man
I always said God dwells in the poor
But will i ever see
Because i take all my meals behind a front door
And i lock it when when i sleep
I always said God dwells in the needy
But do I give a damn
Because i've got a much flatter and brighter screen
To tell me who i am
I am the rich man
I am the rich man
I am the rich man
Selling all i own and giving it away
I don't seem to know how
So will i make it through the eye of a needle
I often have my doubts
For I am the rich man
I am the rich man
I am the rich man
2 comments:
you're not the only rich man. yet with God all things are possible
i often struggle with these same thoughts. why must we be the rich ones...were such a minority in this world! why did God choose me to be one?! i don't think i'll ever fully figure it out...but i do know He has a reason for everything :)
ps belly berries are the best. haha!
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