oh, the stupid poor...

The

Rich

Debt

I have no money

To open the door.

My worth in this world

Is less not more.

Yet money can't buy

The one, true Faith,

That's birthed in the soul

By a Holy Wraith,

And charged in spirit

To go and spend

Itself for others,

Give all, not lend.

And when all is given

For glory that's greater,

If you still seem poor

The monied won't cater.

For in this world

It's richer AND better.

They only see failure

If you're Christ's thankful debtor.