Wanted to prove,
Takes a claiming to touch.
But so many prefer to sit.
With a doing this too much.
Desire with passion,
Has become a thing done...
In one's past.
Today some rather together,
Gather...
Making bets,
To have others guess...
What it is they would do,
If good luck they had.
Nonbelievers of sacrifice.
And naysayers oppose to sweat.
Daydream of ships,
Floating towards them...
From Sun-setting horizons,
Have stacks of wrapped gifts.
Personalized for them to get.
With it wanted to prove,
Their kept faith in God...
Is all they have to do.
Until God is made convinced,
Choosing them to favor...
Makes more sense than those,
Who wish, want, struggle...
And everyday get up to labor.
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