Seventy Million Poem by Kent Krauss

What would I do, if I was blessed to have seventy million dollars dumped in my lap
Would be to immediately give thanks to the Giver of all good things, He who never takes a nap
But is constantly watching over His creation to see which of His creatures might do His will
Without hesitation or pause to think about the momentary money his pockets did fill
Or what it all might purchase for his momentary comfort, rather than to be of help
To his needy neighbor, who has those extra medical expenses that had caused a yelp
When he had first seen the bill arriving at his door because of an unexpected injury
That he sustained at work, due to someone's careless act, chasing an extra bit of usury
So I travel to the neighbor's door to see if this unexpected bit of fortune could make his day
A bit brighter, and it turns out to be the case, that he could use help, so I found the way
That the Lord would have me go with some of His blessing, wisely investing the rest
To provide the church with extra resources, so that the members coud do their best
To reach out to others with the tithes and investment income this blessing could provide
Stemming what could easily have been an insurmountable, unrecoverable wave and tide