I once was a child, and the child was stolen by demons.
I once had a wife, but the town's men had stolen her.
I once had a daughter, but another man had stolen her.
I once had a son, but his dad had stolen him.
I once had another son, but the drug-man had stolen him.
I once had another wife, but the devil had stolen her.
I once had parents, but their parents stoled the proper and appropriate love from them.
I once had an inheritance, now is lost - to a stranger, stolen by the god of mammon with the god of fear. (Feb, 2014)
Is that a white picket fence life?
My only hope is;
I once had a "white picket fence life", but Jesus does not steal, I give it all to Him. In Him my inheritance rest.