Her father was a top architect, Her mother a dear and loving housewife, She was their one and only daughter And she lived a privileged life. Her dad studied the Barbie dream house That she used to play with every day And he built her a life-sized version A gift for her 20th birthday. An elevator instead of stairs, An in-ground swimming pool in back, A pink corvette parked in the driveway, No trifling detail did it lack. When she saw it, he thought she'd cry, Hug him, kiss him, jump up and down, Instead she rolled her eyes and gave a sigh She said she'll sell it and buy a condo downtown. Her mom said, "I wish our family was penniless. Then you would see your father's love is priceless." 1Timothy 6:10 states, "For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs."
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