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Sermon

The love of money is the root of evil!
Sitting, warming a church bench
I am transported back home
To my ugly, small house of lack
where I watch helplessly
my children’s desires for unhealthy little things
watch helplessly as my beautiful children play half dressed
in torn bhero clothes
I hear a still small voice wrestling that of the preacher
The lack of money is the root of deep misery