The Illusion of Poverty
In my poverty
I have the luxury of
Not starving or being hungry
In that same poverty
I have the luxury of
having a warm bed and
A space to call my own
In my poverty
I have the luxury of
Friends in high places
I dress in suits
I entertain on stages
Sometimes I limp
But mostly I'm walking
I pay little for nice clothes
I indulge in white chocolate
And my daily bread is free
My education comes from classes
Free to the public
And my spirit who guides me
Makes me thankful with my pen
All the things that I have
While others in the same poverty
Have nothing, hunger, freeze
With no where to go
But I see my comfort in God's hands
I see Gods sentimentality
Towards me
I look back and see so many things
Through poverty that shouldn't be
But was
All the nice things I got for nothing
It wasn't for free
But it was by grace
The difference between poverty
And providence
God is my Moses in my wilderness
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2014
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