words and music by Micah Fickett
The other night I had a dream
About some crazy king
He said “blessed are the poor”
I wondered “what does he mean?”
Surely he doesn’t mean sell all you own
Surely be doesn’t mean give it all away
Surely he doesn’t mean live day to day
Surely he doesn’t mean let tomorrow take care of itself
I’ve spent all my life on getting ahead
Now I’m confronted by a king without a bed
I want more than daily bread
I want a place to lay my head
Dare I follow this crazy king
Who said blessed are the hungry
Dare I follow this crazy king
Can I love my enemies
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