MMCM - Blessed Are The Rich

MMCM - Blessed Are The Rich His house has twelve white windows Mine has mould beneath the stairs His wife wears little constellations Hanging cold beneath her ears He says abundance follows favor Like a shadow follows light So I count every broken thing I own And wonder what I did At night If blessing leaves a mark Then surely So does shame Blessed are the rich For heaven knows their names Blessed are the comfortable Protected from the rain Blessed are the winners For victory proves love And if the poor are holy Why does no one want To look like us? I bought a coat we couldn't manage Put the balance on a card Drove a car that made us poorer So the parking lot looked right I learned to hide the final notices Between the family photographs If favor can be recognized Then I can learn To counterfeit The signs If blessing leaves a mark I'll wear it Till it fits Blessed are the rich For heaven knows their names Blessed are the comfortable Protected from the rain Blessed are the winners For victory proves love And if the poor are holy Why does no one want To look like us? A man was sleeping by the entrance On the coldest night that year Someone said he frightened families Someone said he smelled of beer We handed him a printed promise Then called someone to take him out And sang about the least among us Until we couldn't hear him Shout Blessed are the hungry Somewhere else Blessed are the broken Out of sight Blessed are the desperate As long as their despair Doesn't interrupt The service Tonight My daughter asked me why God loved them More than people just like us I told her faith requires patience While I watched the pastor's car Slide beneath the covered entrance So the rain would miss his suit And something small inside me whispered You know exactly What this proves There is a camel at the needle There is blood beneath the gate There is hunger at the doorway While we celebrate the plate There are diamonds on the scripture There is frost upon his shoes There is always some theology To make the fortunate Look chosen And the suffering Look accused Blessed are the rich For heaven knows their names Blessed are the comfortable Who never feel the rain Blessed are the winners Who mistake success for love And if the poor are holy Keep them far enough away From us Maybe God did not choose them Maybe money chose itself Maybe hunger isn't failure Maybe poverty isn't hell Maybe all those shining blessings Are just appetite with hymns Maybe we built heaven In our image And made sure We got in Blessed are the rich That's what we learned to say Blessed are the comfortable While someone froze outside Blessed are the winners Until winning was our God And if the poor are holy We made certain They stayed Poor His house has twelve white windows Mine has mould beneath the stairs Tonight For the first time I don't think God put either There