Of twelve disciples chosen

Assigned to greater work, toward the mountainside

Singled out from the multitudes

To them he preached, het others reached

To thus revere, with ears to hear

The voice of reason and that of truth

He preached the sermon, on that day

With love forever more, for blessed are the poor

Hardened hearts confound, undeserved are the proud

The righteous so to speak, a given kingdom to keep

The humble, they that mourn

That of grief that of sorrow, comfort to the weary

So blessed and do belong

The meek of earth inherit

Afar from thoughts of discontent

Ye their thirst for righteousness, to God do they repent

For those who are pure in heart

The Lord of which they’ll see

For those who care and trust in him

A life lived humbly

The rock is their foundation

Set apart from sinking sand

Of spiritual obedience, of virtuous commands


Written by Geraldine Taylor ©