Poverty-stricken

Desperately poor are we who live
Driven by hunger for things
Desperately poor, who do not give
Blinded by selfish wanting

Desperately poor; the heart; cold, vile
Turning a stone-deafened ear
To the anguished cry of mother and child
With no food or clothes to wear

Desperately poor, are we who seek
Treasures of moth-eaten strings
Desperately poor, as fool-hearted thieves
Bound by the striving for things

Desperately poor, the heart enslaved
To temporal pearls of sod
Desperately poor, are we who serve
Our things in place of God