Blessed Are The Poor In Spirit

Father,

A rich soul,
Rich with You,
Is a beggar soul,
A powerless soul.

Why?

A beggar soul
Is filled with Your alms,
And not my old coinage.

A beggar soul,
From a beggars crouch,
Pulls on Your Sleeve,
Clutches Your Sleeve,
Begs for Your Power to heal,
For I am the needy beggar.

A beggar soul
With beggar hunger,
Waits for Your fill,
For my soul-plate is empty.

A beggar soul,
Beggar lame,
Begs for Your lift,
For the climb is too step.

As a beggar soul
I will open my hands
For Your Alms, and

I will be blessed
For now my soul
Is rich with You: for
I will be in Your Kingdom.

Blessed are the beggars in spirit.