My Many Moneys Poem by Missy Lynn
My Many Moneys
The soul grows tired at times
And wariness often consumes
But hold fast to him
Do not let your precious
Candle be out snuffed
At your moments of somnolent
The fiend will surpass you
Have faith he will provide
You may feel run down
That wish is not coming true
But do not let it trouble you
Or tire you so you can’t stand
In times of little hope
Have faith he will provide
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