First Day: Open your Eyes

In the name of the father, and the Holy Spirit of mine.nSpeak thy name to me, and tell me ya, how is it that you have so much money and I have none?nnIt is perhaps my dear,nThat for many a yearnYou chanted the namenThat should never be the samenThy words were clearnAnd thy intention were nearnI do not need money you saidnAnd I can do it all without money you spokennPerhaps you misunderstood father oh minenI did not intent for me to be out on the limenI did not intend to starve my kidsnAnd I did not intend to be worried and sicknI perhaps misspoke for my language skills were nolenAnd you misunderstood for I had no intention to fallnnI meant to say that you always providenAnd I am, you understand it was merely hypenI thought you would kindly see my intentionnBut insteadnYou bestowed upon me many sensationsnSensations of lack and emptiness in my walletnFear of lack and emptiness in my stomachnnI meant to say =you will always provide=nI fear not lack; for I know your my rocknI know you are dear and close to my heartnI see the miracles, and I watch the universe responsennAs I silently observe the biggest miracle of allnHow you Provide abundance from nothing at alln12/16/07n