Blessed are the poor in spirit,
The feeble, not the mighty,
The child humble enough to accept,
Not the soldier in whose own prowess he boasts.
Though poor in spirit we do not revel in the dust,
We see ourselves and find empty hands,
We see His glory and know we're losers apart from Him,
Unto which we're grateful for everything is now a gift.
And so we are poor to be rich,
No longer consuming, may we be consumed by You.
We are detached from what we can own,
And now attached to what we cannot own,
For the Kingdom is not to be grasped in the future,
It is a gift You give for the now.
Matt. 5: 3
sč
Singapore, August 9th, 2007
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