Some hope and pray for riches,
But come up with less than that.
Cry out and make known their wishes,
But their words only fall flat.
Why is it some only struggle,
And fail to find their way.
Others brim and bustle,
Numbering the riches of each day?
Is there a secret language?
A hidden master key?
What if I try the words?
Open Sesame!
But words alone lack power.
A voice must give them strength.
Where does a man get his voice,
Or a lion get his teeth?
There is a secret power.
It wipes out enemies.
Creates sweet from sour,
And makes life heavenly.
Charge yourself with conviction.
It becomes easy to believe.
Create fact from fiction.
Give thanks. You have received.
