The Poor Rich Man

He serves not one, but only himself.

He sits with none whilst in the company of all.

He speaks without hearing; to be only heard.

He loves not any, but lusts after all.

He claims his land, to fence others out.

He boasts of his honor; he pays with his heart.

He collects only objects, to prove his great worth.

He owes not one, and calls it virtue.

He rants from his bed ‘til it turns to his grave.

His use is of others, expending his soul.

He bears hard his wrath, and clings to all grudges.

Rather to die, than seek or grant forgiveness.

He is a shrewd manager, no prodigal he.

What he chooses to carry; he sadly receives… burdens to burden.

His yoke is so heavy, to even lift high, but he dares not let go.

He grips hard his pain; he shelters his eyes….

 And cowers in shame.

The Rich Poor Man

He loves God first, but finds love for all.

He sits with the low, but never alone.

He hears before speaking, with wonder and awe…

the saving message of forgiveness…faith, hope and charity.

  He metes no bounds, His fruits he does share.

He prays for all men, yet men honor Him.

His raiment is given, in trust, He obeys.

He seeks truth and peace; above all, He’s free.

He runs to the sick; He weeps for the dead.

He smiles at the rain; He stands on his head.

He laughs with the children; He sings to the aged.

He gives thanks for grace, and sin fears His name.

He prays for God’s mercy; He makes humble claim.

He carried a cross; He praises God’s name!

He gave all for all; His yoke is so light.

He yields to be carried, but lifted up high, His words carry far…

And abolish all shame !