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.
Dear Almighty,
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
Humbling and inspiring poem.The thoughts that defies despair and darkness for Christ is the light of our souls.Thank you for visiting my Weblog..Blessings and regards.jalal
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Thank you for reading my poem and giving nice comment on it 🙂 The poem reflects my thought that no matter how great a person is, he/she is nothing compared to God. It reflects a human’s despair that drives him to God. Cause only from Christ, a man can gain the true value of himself. Have a blissful day Jalal and keep the faith! 🙂