Blessed with Worldly Poverty
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.
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+