The Beatitudes — A Poem

The Beatitudes (Mathew 5: 3–11)

Poor in spirit

I didn’t want to hear it

My pride made me jeer it

When I should have feared it

Happy are those who mourn

I’ve been trying to find “happy” since I was born

But really I just been forlorn

My way of life left me torn

What is this about the meek?

A suffering servant came to seek

He is looking for lost sheep, & and even those who tweak

The God-Man came for the weak

You must hunger and thirst

But let me say this first

You’ve got to admit you’re the worst

Before God and His righteousness will give you a burst

For His mercy will fill your heart

He will give you a new start

You see sin is just missing the mark

Trustin’ in Him and a new journey you can embark

But you have to be perfect you see

And my sins condemned me

Pure in heart He said you must be

But Jesus has set me free

S o now I have peace with God

Now this one’s obscure, but in Ephesians He told me to shod

My feet with peace like I’m wearin’ clogs

He’ll pull me out of the filthy sod

Now you may suffer for this transformation

Your friends may not understand your explanation

It’s OK — you are now part of God’s Nation

And trust me when I say there is now no condemnation

S o trust Him today even though you feel low

And crush the head of satan with this blow

Your best efforts got you in prison, just going with the flow

Take the narrow path and He will make you whiter than snow