Poverty

The worst poverty of all, is poverty of the soul;
      When faith and hope famish, our love for life sinks below.
Anxiety of the mind screams his discontent;
      Panic chimes in rhythm; his complaint, he must vent.

Many of the world’s elite have queued into poverty’s line,
      Discovering money cannot woo happiness to come and dine.
When alcohol, drugs, and revelry expire, and gaze their empty stare,
      Hope for happiness wanes, as they view their pantry bare.


Mystical cults find them in their pews;
      Psychiatrists become their mentors, we hear in the news.
Divorce becomes rampant in their ranks;
      As selfish pride takes its toll, marital love eyes its empty tank.


Intellect, fame, and fortune all come to naught
      As shattered lives mock the humanistic precepts they were taught.
When the old paths of God’s Word are scorned and forsaken,
      Mankind treks a road of disaster, as calamity proves them mistaken.


Only God can rescue these broken lives;
      He can heal their heart and put sparkles in their eyes.
Repentance, and faith in His Son, would salve their wounded soul;
      If they would only humble themselves, and turn to Him, He could make them whole.

Composed by Jim Newnam

Psalm 51:7
“Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.”

The six-pointed Star of David is the symbol of the hyssop blossom. I have adopted the Star of David as an emblem of God’s Goodness and Salvation.