|
I rather have a gracious
heart that didn’t cripple Tiny Tim.
Then one dying inside reserved
for another Mister Scrooge.
Happiness exists in
opposite views of their world?
Who returns a smile like
a banner to be unfurled?
One heart is remarkably rare
like a priceless pearl.
The other was so tainted from its
stone cold soul.
While Tiny Tim’s measure
of love was often bold.
Scrooge wasn’t a
hypocrite in his pursuit of gold.
But when gold becomes
your only goal.
You need a revelation to
free your soul.
For money like the sun can
harden anyone’s clay.
Who can guarantee us all dreams for another day?
While love from the Son above
melted me like wax.
I opened an expense account to
love all to the max.
Do the Scrooges get
richer like we’re often told?
Let the heart exist to
enrich an impoverish soul.
| 
