I am poor
I am poor, yes
I am poor
Poor in spirit
In despair I weep for the wounded world I see
A world of poverty, of misery
Of loneliness profound
I am poor
I am poor, yes
I am poor
Poor in spirit
A world of hate, of sad division
And of shocking cruelty
Where trolls well-fed and liars bold
Erode our sense of shared humanity
Setting sister against brother
Neighbor against neighbor
I am poor
I am poor, yes
I am poor
Poor in spirit
Race against race
Faith against faith
Nation against nation
How long must we wait, O Lord? How long?
When will Your promised Kingdom come?
How can one not be poor in spirit
When lies become truth
And truth lies, rejected?
When saints are silenced
And villains grow mighty?
While mumbling leaders dither and look away?
I am poor
I am poor, yes
I am poor
Poor in spirit
Why must we wait for the coming of the Kingdom
My sisters and my brothers?
Why must we wait, O Lord?
Why must we wait, O Lord?
Why must we wait, O Lord?
For the coming of the Kingdom
My sisters and my brothers?
Why must we wait, O Lord?
Why must we wait
When one is poor
Poor in Spirit
One is poor, poor indeed