Poor Man's Wealth, Pt. 3

He still got his organs
How many waiting for one
His heart's worth a fortune
They wanna take it and run away to the auction
But what can they do, if the the Most High is for him
He will surely hear the prayer of the needy
Without a doubt, He hates the gain of the greedy
What is the worth of a poor man
So many see him and just ignore him
They just walk on by like Isaac Hayes
All across the world it's the quiet plague
We all judging off appearance
Unaware, if heaven was a mile away
He would be the nearest
The poor widow gave all that she had
Even though, she was dressed in rags
What does that say about me and you
Are we really set-apart
I'ma speak it true

What is the wealth of a poor man
In the heavens all his treasure he is storing
What is the wealth of a poor man
In the heavens all his treasure he is storing
What is the wealth of a poor man
In the heavens all his treasure he is storing
The wealth of a poor man
Scattered to a land that is foreign



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Writer(s): J. Nanton
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