"A Dreamer's Paradise"
Poverty Is A Dreamer's Paradise
I Don't Regret anything and I don't know why
But I love to dream to the stars up in the sky
They ring out the most beautiful music
Heaven can hardly bear the beauty of the stars
And The little weeds growing among the grass are holy
they are perfect and scattered about like prayers to Jesus
Prayer is easy and it is sweet and possessions are held dear
Sleep comes easy and life rolls by softly like a caressing summer wave
soft and gentle is time and kind and merciful is God
and heartbreaks evaporate with the morning dew
I am truly perfectly happy in my life
sadness is divine and sublime and so deep
I don't believe anyone could ever take it away from me!
Poverty is a Dreamer's Paradise
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!