There are some folks who delight to tell
How their rich Father keeps them so well
That all their longings will be supplied,
And in first class they expect to ride.
They choose to live in big houses fine,
On steak or shrimp they prefer to dine;
Their cars and clothes are the very best;
It's plain to see they are richly blest.
They seem unmindful that [Yahshua] said
We should petition for daily bread,
And that our [Master] was content to roam
Without one place He could call His home.
They never mention His frugal wish
To gather leftover bread and fish,
Or that His cradle in Bethlehem
Was lined with hay in a cattle pen.
The ships He sailed over Galilee
Belonged to somebody else, you see;
The donkey He rode was borrowed, too,
And so was His tomb, though it was new.
When John the Baptist began to preach,
With forthright candor the truth to teach,
His food was gleaned from the desert wild,
And very simply his clothes were styled.
We have to wonder if Preacher Paul
Had ever started to Rome at all,
Or taught the Gospel in Sabbath schools,
If first class travel had been his rule.
The man who waited with outstretched palm
For John and Peter to give an alm
Received a blessing, but he was told,
"We have no silver, we have no gold."
Then how can we, who this birthright claim,
Request earth's luxuries in His Name,
Or seek [from pain to be set free]
When all His footsteps reveal a [tree].
If we would follow where He does lead,
The Master's counsel today we'll heed:
Seek first [Yah's] kingdom and righteousness,
To be disciples whom He can bless.