Richer Than Gold

You may have tangible wealth untold,
Caskets of jewels, coffers of gold,
Richer than I, you can never be,
I had a mother who read to me

She couldn’t give her child gold,
But she gave him faith to have and to hold,
She couldn’t give him a Royal birth,
A name renown throughout the earth,
So she gave him seeds and a garden spot,
With a shade tree when the sun was hot

She couldn’t give a silver spoon
Or servants waiting night and noon,
But she gave him love and a listening ear,
And she told him God was always near
She could not give him ocean trips,
Aboard majestic sailing ships,
But she gave him books and quiet times,
Adventures in prose and explored in rhymes

She could not give him worldly things,
But what she gave was fit for kings,
For with her faith and book and sod,
She made her child aware of God

Unknown,  Romans 10:8 (NKJV)

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