Recognition

The Rich King and Lazarus 

A dark place
Your own mind
Tied to things
That will all get left behind

You are your own glory
And everything that glows
Around you
Knows the story

Calamity, my friend
Is a mighty weapon
And poverty a dreadful shame
Little do you know
What lies at the end of all your gains

And the poverty that sickened you
The lowly state you disdained
Will hunt you to your grave
Be dismayed

Their redeemer reigns
And their grateful hearts
Are rewarded sure
Blessing warmth and peace
Is all they face to endure