My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves.
DADDY RICH: My God's doin' all right by me.
CROWD: He sure is!
CROWD: He's doin' all right by me too!
DADDY RICH: Why don't you climb on board, brother, and believe in me. And for a small fee I'll set you free, nearer thy God to thee.
DADDY RICH: 'Cause it's better to have money and not to need it than to need it and not to have it.
DADDY RICH: There's a good place in this world for money. And I know where it is... right here in my pocket.
Jesus therefore six days before the passover came to Bethany, where Lazarus was, whom Jesus raised from the dead. 2 So they made him a supper there: and Martha served; but Lazarus was one of them that sat at meat with him. 3 Mary therefore took a pound of ointment of pure nard, very precious, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odor of the ointment. 4 But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples, that should betray him, saith, 5 Why was not this ointment sold for three hundred shillings, and given to the poor? 6 Now this he said, not because he cared for the poor; but because he was a thief, and having the bag took away what was put therein. 7 Jesus therefore said, Suffer her to keep it against the day of my burying. 8 For the poor ye have always with you; but me ye have not always.
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