I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!
Angels -- twice descending --
Reimbursed my store --
Burglar! Banker -- Father!
I am poor once more.
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This poem has been on my mind a lot the last few months as I've grieved over leaving a home that was so dear to me. Yes, I am poor once more ... But God is also Banker, and he is Father, and he answers those who beg at his door.
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