I have never asked anyone for money.
The work I did earned enough to meet my needs.
We try to keep our disposition sunny.
And be content with our humble deeds.
Look at the humble caterpillar.
Ugly, It exists only to eat
But it becomes an exemplar.
As a beautiful butterfly to greet .
This humdrum life will pass.
We will become something quite different.
We may wither like the grass.
We pass through life’s raging current.
And at death our wings take flight.
As we pass gloriously out of sight.
……..
We caterpillars
Will surely take flight at death
As fine butterflies
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See Acts 20: 28-58