If I had a dollar for each time I've felt his grace
I'd put it in my pocket then I'd give a lot away,
I'd find a needy person and I'd buy them some new clothes,
I'd find someone with torn up socks and buy them some new hose.
I'd buy some food for someone who has nothing left to eat
then, I'd buy a home for someone who is living on the street.
And if I'm left with nothing when the evening time is come,
I'd smile and feel his grace again though money I have none.
One of the most beautiful poems I have ever read. You have such talent, Angela.
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