Blessed are the poor,
the lowly,
the meek,
those that mourn,
the downcast,
the weak.
These words are unsettling.
No it can’t be!
That we would be proud
to be the “least of these?”
It all seems so warped
so backwards, abnormal,
to trade this life’s luxuries
for riches eternal.
To embrace our pain,
our losses for Christ’s gain.
We’re not called to live
quite, comfortable lives on DL,
We’re called to be bold,
Snatching souls from
the gates of hell.
We’re called to suffer,
share the burdens of others,
“Count blessings a loss” He says,
and I feel those words shutter.
Cause who wants to suffer?
To trade all my comfort
for a life that might hurt?
I’ll tell you why:
The cost is too high!
I’ll trade comfort in this life
so others can simply find it.
People out here walking
around completely blinded
Like I was
To their own suffocation
from wealth, sin, and pleasure,
finding identity only in what
they can measure.
If they only knew
That what He said is true:
The old will pass away,
He will make all things new.
A new heaven,
a new earth,
no more pain or distress;
A free life-overhaul,
Complete with peace and rest.
So you see,
what if it’s not
as peculiar as it seems?
And what if God
Really knows what we need?
