Prosperity Of The Poor

Let it not in your heart And in
mind shouldn't it be confided,
But in hand must be
commanded.
Money!
Life's embarrassed with comfort
when you at beck and call.
You corrupt human minds while
we fall,
And steal our love hormones to
leave us tall;
The desires of our damsels you
auction for attires and beauty
balls.
Victims of confrontations and
mustn't abide in its walls.
But money's the eldest son of
properity, desired by all;
An answer to the burning
questions of man's comfort.

If prosperity an aspiration,
Sanity must be desired by
agitation;
For the choice of love of money
bears all evil.
Man strives for trivial matters, but
his taste uneven;
For money we kill, steal and trade
our haven.
Alas! We lack the bestowed
peace of prosperity.
The root of conscience freedom
And comfort kingdom's given
but among the poor but
prosperous;
Prosperity of the poor is a
commodity for but the wise.

Oh money!
The rich travails different lands,
Not for pleasure nor leisure but
by your hand of pressure;
Seeking security, peace and life
where not mentioned.
Oh man! Watch the diligent son
and learn of his measures -
He sleeps in his own bed, rest
assured;
And finds comfort in the home
built with his hard earned
treasures.
The needy hopes and breadths in
his gesture;
For he's a hand that giveth with
pleasure.
Even his third generation's a
school of wisdom;
For his full days he must live.
Reward! For clean ways to
wealth and riches he enjoys it.

As I sit under the moonlight,
Gazing at the eyes of the galaxy,
The acts behind the scene could
make the mind dizzy,
And the hand swift but lazy;
The answer I seek but man must
hustle.
Life's but a puzzle!
What can tell the rich from the
poor?
Good delicacy -
But the stomach never can blab,
nor know what's eaten;
Even the processed foods leave
the factory with no nutrients to
air.
And death a finishing-line for
both athletes.

A good name's rather to be
chosen than cold fame.
But a few days you prefer to live
And step-out at fifty-five.
For your descendant no hive-off;
An empire behind you is a hive;
Nothing you own that can give.
The blood shed and souls taken
out for money,
The price you must pay.
Borrowed wealth on diminishing
return.
What's sowed that you must be
reap;
For wealth without prosperity is
like a garden full of weeds.

His Sovereignty

His sovereignty is never in
question;
But called into play by man's
blinded gesture.
Let your yes be yes, and no no!

Omniscient!
The eye that pierces the deepest
places of time
And unto the darkest phases
gives light.
Even the things done in secret
stay bare before His sight;
For that which is written must
overshadow what's happening;
But man's eyes see but images
without light.
What becomes of us He
foreknew;
For we're only but blazers on the
path found us.
It was foretold of the true vine,
And a voice in the wilderness
cried as a sign;
For on this infinite mercy and
grace we dine,
And to them the message given's
divine.

Omnipresent!
Who dreamt that His terms are
man's?
We go, in habituation, about
habitations
In search of signs of His
existence;
But roundabout us His
craftmanship build our defences,
And man's a piece.
Though the firmament spread up
above
But without end, and a pillar to
uphold,
The circle of seasons gives our
senses no reasons to fold,
The moon never fails to give it
light
And at night glitters like gold,
Even the sun, that warms the
earth, is bold,
In summer we burn hot
As winter clothes us with cold;
But the infallibles of His presence
we fail to decode.

Omnipotent!
The proud He humbles,
Life and death at His beck and
call.
The heavens, His throne-room,
And the earth, a rest for His feet.
Out of the dust man's is formed,
But man's a fighter -
He sought the knowledge of
good and evil,
But good judgement, conscience,
choice-right he's given.
Now we're set gods amongst
men,
And the path we travail is a good
or bad choice
Borne out of our purse.
Just a little while man was left to
will;
But laid and wailed,
And sought reconciliation unto
Him.
In promises He never'll fail;
For to us a saviour is born
And to us a ransom given!
So as we bath we're joint-heirs,
But by choice.His sovereignty is never in
question;
But called into play by man's
blinded gesture.
Let your yes be yes, and no no!

Omniscient!
The eye that pierces the deepest
places of time
And unto the darkest phases
gives light.
Even the things done in secret
stay bare before His sight;
For that which is written must
overshadow what's happening;
But man's eyes see but images
without light.
What becomes of us He
foreknew;
For we're only but blazers on the
path found us.
It was foretold of the true vine,
And a voice in the wilderness
cried as a sign;
For on this infinite mercy and
grace we dine,
And to them the message given's
divine.

Omnipresent!
Who dreamt that His terms are
man's?
We go, in habituation, about
habitations
In search of signs of His
existence;
But roundabout us His
craftmanship build our defences,
And man's a piece.
Though the firmament spread up
above
But without end, and a pillar to
uphold,
The circle of seasons gives our
senses no reasons to fold,
The moon never fails to give it
light
And at night glitters like gold,
Even the sun, that warms the
earth, is bold,
In summer we burn hot
As winter clothes us with cold;
But the infallibles of His presence
we fail to decode.

Omnipotent!
The proud He humbles,
Life and death at His beck and
call.
The heavens, His throne-room,
And the earth, a rest for His feet.
Out of the dust man's is formed,
But man's a fighter -
He sought the knowledge of
good and evil,
But good judgement, conscience,
choice-right he's given.
Now we're set gods amongst
men,
And the path we travail is a good
or bad choice
Borne out of our purse.
Just a little while man was left to
will;
But laid and wailed,
And sought reconciliation unto
Him.
In promises He never'll fail;
For to us a saviour is born
And to us a ransom given!
So as we bath we're joint-heirs,
But by choice.