Sound Of The Last Coin Poem by Barima Basoah

Love of money makes you hold on,
pride among men makes you boast of,
hypocrisy before men makes you show of,
pleasures of this world makes you lose of,
you can't leave all, you can't give your all.

Giving out from excess is not pleasing,
giving out from abundance is not glorifying,
giving out the all at neediest time is touching,
the most precious is priceless; life is a gift;
efforts receive unfair reward; goodness is a gift.

Surrender your will like an army lost in battle,
deny your pleasures like a wanderer in prison,
offer your body like obedient Isaac for sacrifice,
open up your heart like a floodgate,
free your spirit like a raven released.

God has stretched open arms of silver,
His heart yearns, His ears itch to hear,
fall in a loosely toss and hit the base,
roll in rhythm, move in beat,
God only dances to the sound of the last coin.