The Beggar
The Beggar
* Isaiah 64:6
With soiled clothing and a shabby coat
He sat there near the curb
Unshaven and shoulders humped
Not a sound from him was heard
His body thin and malnourished
Sadness dominated a wrinkled face
It seemed he sought for attention
As he stared ahead, - into space
Some may question how and why
He came to this estate
Was it because of poor choices
Or was it simply, - - fate
Of this one thing, there is no doubt
Jesus had compassion on the poor
So many times, He referred to them
He gave them a status of grandeur
Lazarus at the rich man's gate -
Of this account, we've often heard
A great contrast, between these two
Jesus amplified, in His Word
A prime example God displayed
His Son was born in a stable
No pomp or splendor did He claim
A manger was His cradle
All of us apart from God
Are a mere castaway
"Our righteousness is but filthy rags" *
But at Calvary, He took our sins away
From a beggar to a king
It's a rags-to-riches story
From tattered rags, to a robe of white
Forever to bask, - in His glory !
Copyright © Colan Hiatt | Year Posted 2017
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