"Poor"
The People I Knew As A Girl Like To Tell Me,
As They Shake Their Heads, "You are So Poor"
But They Would Probably Stop Yelling at Me and pray
If I told them that I was actually Happy For Once
That In all my life I'd never been quite so free
That to wait for my Theodore like a bride on a groom
Was a fairer prospect than all middle class mediocrity
that to sleep to the melody of a softly sweet dream
is the only true paradise, a paradise in which You are coming
That I am truly happy for the first time
That I pray for them too, that I like my life
that the circumstances of poverty don't really frighten me
That The Gates of hell seem to really be in greed and riches
That Heaven Is A Walk Through Cold and Lonely Rain
On a street that Hasn't got a name in a Spring beyond time
Lost and dim is the world when I am dreaming and I wouldn't trade
my dreams are still and real and deep
If We are poor our Treasure is in Heaven!
I don't feel poor at all!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen