GOD BLESS US IN OUR POVERTY

10-14-2021

I step into the church's foyer,

look around to see the riches of God's grace...

come to roost upon this place.

The coolness on the walls,

the sheen of rich oozing out its pores..

of lavish, polished wood.

I gather wrinkly, ragged coat..

underneath me my feet float..

to a pew.

I await to tell my sins,

ask forgiveness once again,

as I think of family and friends..

shedding money for the wares..

being offered as the pastor stares.

I watch the old

as well as new and think..

of all they give and do..

to keep the church's walls pristeen,

while at home it's barely clean.

Should I buy food?

or pay the rent?

while bills pile high On my old table..

knowing well my check is just a fable.

Talked about,

never true,

just enough for maybe two..

or 3 days of drink.

Then I remember as I think,

I'm now sober..

cuz what's left to the church turned over..

thanks to thee,

God bless me in my poverty!

Peace