The path to You is not by chariots, not by silver and gold, not the wise nor the nobles can approach You.
The mighty once shot an arrow, they once build a city and on one day, You destroyed their plan.
The wicked set their siege, and on the day of reckoning they came out scattered and without knowledge.
Those that stood at the gates, many that came from the east and the west, their wisdom You thwarted by the simplest things.
The rich buy their goods, they pay their way out of trouble, the merchant and the souls of men will they treasure. Like a restless hunter searching for a prey.
In Your presence their riches are like moths . They will curse and cast them off on that day!
The sign and the wonders of Your great Name!
The Lord is always in the midst of His people.
His delight is in the way of the righteous.
He goes up and down and sends a helping hand, He keeps watch and gives hope to His little children.
A man goes on the journey, on the journey met few friends , he comes back and being a son of a king.
He gave sonship to his friends, because he loved them so, and died for them, they became his.
His friends once asked about the greatest in the King's palace. He told them to have nothing but a childlike faith, and that His Father in heaven is welcoming little children home.
These children are the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven.
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