Terence G. Craddock

(Westport New Zealand)

God Wants Us To Feed His Poor


remarkably converts do not perceive God
does not need gems silver platinum gold
new temples new churches new mosques

God needs nothing God needs no house
God wants us to feed his poor sick diseased
God wants us to give wealth to those in need

Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2014

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Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in June 2014 on the 18.6.2014.
Split image from the poem 'God Needs No Houses' by Terence George Craddock.

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/22/2014 9:46:00 PM)

    .............a nice message in this write....sharing is caring.....and sharing is love.....awesome.... (Report) Reply

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