Blessed Are the Desperate

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Blessed Are the Desperate
A Poem
Blessed are those who are out of their depths,
	Facing whelms impassable without an ark
	Or a parting of the waves so complete
	That the soggy mud of river bottom
	Unsquelches and hardens into pavement
	For multitudes to cross.
Blessed are the wilderness wanderers,
	Led, not lost, yet nonetheless
	Out of water, out of food, out of options,
	Unless their Shepherd supplies their need.
Blessed are the desperate,
	For never can they forget their desperate
	Dependence on God—
	True of all of us,
	All of the time,
	Yet so easily forgotten
	In level lands and well-stocked shelves.
Blessed are the needy,
	Crying out to God,
	For they shall find Him faithful.