Can you imagine waking up every morning to slave for a wicked house?

Im at the lowest part of my life in this world,

But the highest point in my life with God.

Im poor

Yet rich.

Im oppressed

Yet free.

I am a slave

Yet I am proud to slave for the Most High.

I cant complain even though I dont have much.

I thank God for what I have.

I have not in this world,

But I have in Heaven treasure because thats where I hid it.

The largest vault on earth couldnt contain the treasures I have because you couldnt find it even with a map.

This world consumes the humble and leaves their carcass for the fowls of the air  to consume.

 

Although I have not much,

I have an exceeding abundance with my Father in Heaven.

Although I am homeless

I am sheltered by the wings of God's angels.

Thank you God for blessing me with poverty in the world,

Because it made me rich in Heaven.

+the anonymous poet+