Poverty

Listening to Your voice, so soft and deep

You catch my tears, softly whisper don’t cry

As You save me from my old familiar fears

You speak sweet truth to drown out all the lies

You pulled me out of the miry clay

You set my feet on solid ground

But sometimes I still feel so ashamed

Cuz I still question, I still doubt

Broken, needy, poor and weak

Is that what You want me to be?

You told me that the poor are blessed

And now I think I know what You mean

Oh Lord, will I ever make it out of this poverty?

Darkness used to be my closest friend, I know

And the same old lies still try to drown

This hope You put down deep inside

But I just can’t give in,  I can’t go back down

You brought me out of the pride and pain

Now I would be a fool to walk alone

So why do I still feel this way?

Why do I still try to be strong?

Broken, needy, poor and weak

Is that what you want me to be?

You told me that the poor are blessed

And now I think I know what You mean

Oh Lord, will I ever make it out of this poverty?

So…

If the poor are blessed

If you comfort those who mourn

If the meek shall inherit the earth

Then don’t let me get up off the ground

The only riches I’ll ever need

Are found on my knees

So Lord, I pray…That I never make it out of this poverty

10.01.11

Inspired by The Beatitudes (Matthew 5:1-11)