You haven’t wanted righteousness enough
Until you thirst and hunger nigh to death,
Your limbs grown weak, your voice turned lean and rough
And righteousness as precious as your breath.
You argue that the times won’t stand for that;
You’d lose your job and end up on the street.
The cost of righteousness won’t leave you fat;
You won’t know hunger when you always eat.
This world’s a desert void of drink or food,
But there’s a well to slake the weary soul.
You cannot take a sip till you’re subdued
And righteousness becomes your only goal.
For few are chosen although many called;
To gain true righteousness one must have crawled.
Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst
for they shall be filled.
Matthew 5:6 KJV