by Mitch Kuhn
A poem about moderation and the blessings of
being content with what the Lord provides us.
Neither Riches nor Poverty
Oh Lord how can it be
I was was blind but now I see
I know now you do reign
But it doesn’t stop the pain
The word says I must endure
To make my salvation sure
I know one day I’ll have relief
For now the trials strengthen my belief
On the flesh I spent my wealth
Through fiery trials I now have spiritual health
Now with a down payment of liberty
Please give me neither riches nor poverty
Riches I certainly do not need
Convenient food for me please do feed
Dear Lord I’m poor you know this well
Deliver me from the pit in which I dwell
May I be content with moderation
As I grow in your salvation
Php 4:11 Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
Php 4:12 I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.
Pro 30:8 Remove far from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me:
Pro 30:9 Lest I be full, and deny thee, and say, Who is the LORD? or lest I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain.