If God has a sense of humor,
Then he most surely thinks it’s funny;
She took an oath of poverty
But she’s always getting money.

A brand new hundred dollar bill,
Some very thoughtful person sent.
She had no desire for money,
It gave no reason to repent.

Just why did God send her money?
Some things she didn’t understand.
So what was it to be used for?
What was it that her God had planned?

The convent where the sisters lived
Was in a shabby part of town;
A place the streets were never safe,
Where all the buildings were run down.

She was there for meditation,
She had no need for money now.
Could this be just a test from God
Of how she’d keep her saintly vow?

Then she noticed, out her window,
A little man down on the street.
He had on clothes that were shabby
With dirty tennies on his feet.

She quickly took an envelope
And on it wrote, “You’re not alone.”
Inside she put the brand new bill
And then she signed it, “Sister Joan”.

When she tossed it out the window,
It landed in between his feet.
With a sly wink he picked it up
And went off down the dim lit street.

Next day Mother came and told her,
“You’ve a visitor at the door.”
Immediately she knew him
By the shabby clothes that he wore.

He had a rumpled paper bag
And was nervous as he could be.
Sister Joan said, “No more money,
Not one more dime you’ll get from me.”

With hands upon her ample hips,
She continued on with her say,
That hundred dollars I gave you,
I guess you drank it all away?”

And then she grabbed the paper bag,
“Is this a bottle for your thirst?”
But the bag was filled with money;
“You’re Not Alone,” had come in first!

Are you one of those people who think that they can size a person up at first glance? Maybe it’s just me but I seem to have met more women who claim this talent then men.