My Debt

For chasing my dreams
I owe trillions in back debt.
You who stole from me
Only owe me some twenty
Millions. I do forgive you.

For I desire
The goal, which is heavenly
Zion, and Her Streets.

Like a Child I'm
Made, and helpless, and, yes, poor.
For riches save not.

I chase the true Bride
Of a city of Golden 
Plateau and soft clothes.

Riches I heed not
Nor man's empty praise. Nor fame.
My day-wage is Her.

For through my harsh and
Disappointed poverty
I have all I need
In my hope for good Jesus;
And a Land bought without price.