The Paradox Project – Nine
Becoming Rich by Staying Poor
I come to You, Lord.
Condensed and heavy,
greedy and gloomy.
What a misery when everything is never enough
to satisfy my soul much, to measure as such.
I’ve done more than what it takes,
now I no longer know what to do.
My heart poorly breaks,
my dreams bring me nowhere but woe.
Who posses the utmost authority,
never I will be proud before Thee,
for all that men appraise me highly.
Kneeling I bring my being to nil
waiting for You to refill,
in accordance with Your will
not what I want to feel.
I throw away my worldly fame
to bear this holy shame.
Through emptiness I become thorough.
For possessions of the world are merely borrowed
yet life in You is eternally bestowed.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” ~ Jesus Christ