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Heavenly Peers
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by Ellen Bailey |
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I am a poor person, Lord; a Bible is all I own
I don't have an automobile nor do I have a home
I don't have any money in the local bank
Yet I pray each day and offer You my thanks
There is a rich man who lives down the street
He is said to be among the wealthy elite
He owns a fancy automobile and has a nice home
He keeps his money in a bank that he owns
Some would think that You favor him over me
But it is those who do not truly believe
For I know one day he and I will be peers
When we are in Heaven and in Your care |
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