One rich man lived well only feet from one poor
who longed for the scraps that were left.
The leper was hungry and covered with sores
Which dogs found delicious to lick.
In death they switched sides, one to bliss one to blame.
The rich man addressed an appeal.
He wanted a favor to cool down the flame
and the agony that he now could feel.
Reminder was made of the good he’d received
while poverty lay at his door.
To balance things out a great chasm was fixed
and sides were assigned evermore.
“Perhaps, “ said the rich man, “my brothers might learn
if someone should rise from the dead.
Send one whom they’ll recognize, whom they won’t spurn.”
But “NO!” was what Abraham said.
Image: Притча о богатом и Лазаре 17 век
Source: Luke 16:19-31
Text: David Alexander, 2022, CC BY-SA NC 4.0
Tune: Beloved, Public Domain
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