DIG FOR GOLD and I will add DIAMOND.

Always I ask why am here on earth and what am going to find in my daily search for God and wealth. Whether your question is same or different, God wants you to continue digging...................................

There is a major reason you need not fear
Neither do you have to shed a tear
No matter the plight, look around am here
Right on sight, if you cannot see me call and am there
Day by day, week by week, month and year.

You are the resource i need to create wealth for you.
But you need to spit out your quandary, DIG FOR GOLD and I will add DIAMOND.
Swallow these magical words as i work by your side;

I am highly favored and worthy
Am rich and healthy.

No one has power to determine my status
Because am God's last born-very pompous.

Let these words guide you with faith
With persistent perseverance, create your fate.

GOD BLESS YOU FOR READING.
MAY HE COMFORT YOU FOR DECLARING.
YOU ARE ENTITLED TO MORE BY FOLLOWING

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