My Father's Promise
I don't want the rags to riches
I don't want a brand new car
and you can have the cozy comforts
I don't need them by far
I'll trade my earthly treasures
for the streets of solid gold
God will take this broken body
worn and torn as it grows old
I don't want the daily living
with my body racked with pain
but I'll take my Father's promise
cause I'll have so much more to gain...
Copyright © Doris Bounds | Year Posted 2020
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