Blessed Be The Poor

An old one, but still enjoy it:)

Sometimes the poor are famished

Sometimes the poor are banished

Sometimes the poor cry in pain

Sometimes the poor love in vain

 

But even though they seem to stumble

And be weak with a grumble

There are many things that can be learned

By being them around a fire burned

 

Strength and courage can be seen

They fight for their lives

Feeding only on a bean

And taking honey from wild hives

 

Love and compassion surrounds them all

Caring for each other

As they sit back on the wall

All like family, sister and brother

 

Righteousness displays most in the weak

As they search for only need

Instead for a lust of greed

And are honest, blessed are the meek

 

Faith and hope are there

They knock, with prayer, at door

Never giving up, these poor

Who have burdens that they bear

 

Observance and abstract are learned

Even though they live in a world turned

Some are greater than the rich

In intellect and some other things like ball’s pitch

 

Though human nature still resides

And some take sinful sides

Though some are insane

And some are in great pain

 

The poor are still the greatest of all

Even though they do not politically stand tall

More than us, they learn more life lessons

And surpass many transgressions

 

 

From the God on high in light galore,

Blessed are the poor

Blessed are the meek

Blessed are the weak

 

Blessed be the poor