Lend A Hand
The glittering wealth on their chests
Vast money that earns interests
Causes some people to live in greed
They are proud and from the poor they hid.
Sometimes I asked why do they prosper
While they live as if they don’t care
The truth is they hate to share
All they want is their wealth
Pretending that you’re not there.
If only they could give even a smallest part
To the poorest man and out of luck
What a beautiful sight to our dearest God
His sons on earth do care and love.
A little help to the needy one
Is really meant to ease their wound
Whether it is in goods or moral ground
What matters most is we’re around.
It is not how much we give that counts
The heavenly bliss is we give without hesitance
If we're able, then why don’t we give them a chance
This is the greatest deed of a true Christian.
poem by Rose de Ramar
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