God; please give to me more of the spirit of giving, my brothers wandering feeling the cold of life sting, make me a everlasting infinite tree of giving; this is living.
How are they even breathing, it doesn't look that cold outside but looks can be deceiving; desiring something to eat, it's cold in the streets.
Provide for me so to give to you; this would be something cool to teach our youth; seems those full of greed are always in need; I choose to provide; be the seed.
I receive riches to end this senseless suffering. Joy to the widows and orphans hearts I bring.
I am a better giver every day; warming the spirit God hear this.
I give; I live in the kingdom but all are not saved there are still some sick ones. Some might call them bums, I like the term blessed ones; constantly talking to the All, the One. I really hope this is sinking in blessed ones.
Who wants this life; none. We are the ones in position to be merciful. Receive this scroll, take in a mouthful.
One dollar; we can do better than this, remember this is God's child he's a speaking spirit; I'll take a whopper extra large fries and maybe a soda, let my extra meat and cheese; for God's child can't we do this; anonymous. Please God make me a better giver.
Blackhemmingway~2014©
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