Frank McEleny

Beatitutes - Poem by Frank McEleny

Blessed is the humble heart
For God resists the proud
From lowly men he'll not depart
While others seek the crowd

Blessed are those who truly care
And those who seek His face
He'll keep them close, they'll not despair
He'll fill them with His grace

Blessed are those who are meek
And those who are truly mild
It is God alone they always seek
They come to Him as a child

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst
For God and all of His ways
And blessed are those who put God first
And seek HIm all off their days

Blessed are those with hearts that weep
And demand no payment of debt
For what they have recieved they do not keep
It is mercy that they collect

Blessed is the heart that is undefiled
And whose eyes have seen the King
For His presence shall flow like the river wild
They'll lift their voices to Him and sing

Blessed are those who reconcile
They are the sons of our Father above
They will strive to go the extra mile
They are filled with His heavenly love

Blessed is the saint who suffers
And forgives even seventy times seven
For Christ's sake he thinks of others
For his is the kingdom of heaven

Rejoice and be exceedingly glad
When they accuse you off all kinds of sin
Do not let those lies make you sad
Just rejoice that Christ dwells within

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, April 20, 2012

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