We Bow Before You

Let our hearts be pure.  The gold and glitter of this world will not crowd You out.  Prestige and power has no hold on us.  Wealth will not lure us away from Your presence.

The poor man cries out to You and You rescue him.  You poured in the oil and the wine.  You robe Him with righteousness.  You cleanse and purifies him.

The Poor in Spirit  has a place in the presence of the almighty.  He lifts the lowly.  He raises the simple.  He makes room for the marginalised  disenfranchised and outcast.

Come and restore us.  Come and make all things new.  Empower and energise the weak.  Let the weak say I am strong.  Let the poor say I am rich.