The Wealthy Rich Man

Can I paint you a picture, not of penthouse suite,

Just a small condo on the corner, no fancy street,

A closet full of echoes, pockets very light,

A paycheck that flys by, then it's outta sight,

Working for the bare minimum,

Rent is always knocking making the spirit sometimes dim,

A landlord with a frown, and a leaky faucet too,

And a mind that hums with worries, like a bee stuck in glue.

The bills they pile up high, the dreams they seem so far,

Wishing for a mansion, a brand new shiny car,

I have my own unique battles, my own personal fight,

But you'll rarely see me frowning, even in the darkest night,

Because I'd rather have the joy, the peace that fills my soul,

Than a vault of money, or a life beyond control.

The money it can vanish, problems come and go,

But this happiness inside, that's the real overflow.

I got these quirks the ones that make me, me,

Maybe I talk too loud,

Or a temper that can spark, then fade to gentle rain,

And sometimes I'm a dreamer, lost inside my brain,

My fridge is kinda empty, my shoes are looking worn,

But I got a heart that's open, from the moment I was born,

People might look and talk, think they know my score,

But they don't see the sunrise, knocking at my door.

Don't get me wrong, a little extra wouldn't hurt,

It could ease the daily grind, and wash away the dirt,

I'm not saying I don't crave it, a life without the strain,

But material possessions, they just don't ease the pain,

Like the comfort that I find, when I bow my head and pray,

Seeking strength within the Spirit, to guide me through the day, 

That's the richness that I treasure, the love that makes me whole,

Better than any fortune, it nourishes my soul.

I'm smiling through the struggle, laughing when I can,

Got a grateful, happy spirit, that's my master plan,

Rich in faith, and rich in love, that's the wealth I seek,

Forget the golden ticket, it's the blessings that I speak