No Blessed Be Me! Poem by Ima Ryma

The Bible tells us blessed be
The poor, the mournful and the meek,
The hated, hungry and thirsty,
Cuz heaven's there if such will seek.
Too many lives have come and gone
With blessed be only a dream,
The only hope to carry on -
The promise of heaven to deem.
Blessed be has not been my case.
I am one of the lucky few.
The Bible tells woe will replace.
I will turn blessed as all do.

Blessed be sounds awful, instead
Let me be lucky till I'm dead.