Don’t gamble on the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, hocking your house against a lucky chance. The time will come when you have to pay up; you’ll be left with nothing but the shirt on your back. Proverbs 22:26-27
Lord, I thought you were Irish. I’m glad I’ve store up my gold in your heart. Thank you for letting me keep my shirt and placing your rainbow in the sky to guide my path to your cross. Amen.