Money is paper

But sometimes it is fun

To pretend I had many dollars

Instead of just one.

Then I laugh at myself

Silly girl, you’re just fine

No need to worry, regret, or whine.

You see, I’ve a God who has streets made of gold.

The time on this planet is not meant to hold

Me trapped in doubt,or buried in fear.

So even when the path is not clear.

I choose to believe that You already know

The perfect plan and how it should go.

So I rest in anticipation of what’s next to come.

Humbled by the power of God’s Holy Son.