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Gimme ... just a little


Matthew 17:20           New English Translation

20 He told them, “It was because of your little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; nothing will be impossible for you.”

 

The size seldom never matters just observe a mustard seed

Still, we look at quantity for that may show success

We really have come far on our way back to degradation

And are now convinced that life itself relies on many a test

 

Nowhere in this world is anything worth having

Unless its foundation is love, that personal gift from above

Tell that to the guys on Wall Street or the internet providers

Who simply states that happiness is a fortune not to be lost?

 

Yep! Fancy Pants and Burps-a-lot walking hand in hand

Okee-Doaky and common-sense are miles and miles apart

Who knows in the long run, the love for money and its obsession?

Will keep the fires of hell ablaze and are fueled by their smarts

 

Jan Wienen

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