The Beggar Who Gives Alms - Downhere

There are no mystic jewels

Embedded in my prose

No moonlit haloed cherubs

Perched on my piano

No lyrics laced with pixie dust

No angels sing along

I am just a beggar who gives alms

Gold and silver have I none

But such I have give Thee

Borrowed words from the One

Who gave the gift to me

The pearl that I could never buy

This life, this dream, this song

And I am just a beggar

Who gives alms

I am not the creator

But a scribe with a pen

I’m recreating visions through a

Cracked and broken lens

Only One has ever seen

The home for which we long

And I am just a beggar

Who gives alms