Divine Favor Poem by Bebai Rosa

When all my money is spent
An unexpected check is sent
A miracle from my savior
It's called divine favor

How we'll survive is not clear to me
Provisions made by someone dear to me
A miracle from my savior
It's called divine favor

An enemy of evil intent
Stands before me to repent
A miracle from my savior
It's called divine favor

I prayed he'd make me wise
He also added a special surprise
A miracle from my savior
It's called divine favor

A job of stress and tears
Replaced by a truly rewarding career
A miracle form my savior
It's called divine favor