Who in this world
Would choose to be poor
When glory and power
Grace those who have more?
What is the prize
Worth such esteem
That we’d forsake
What others dream?
Surely a cross
Is not worth all that
Thorny crowns seem
A mad hatter’s hat
Unless there’s a joy
That this world knows not
Identity gained
Through being hard-bought
Purchased by blood
To be Christ’s true Bride
Growing complete
As we’re healed inside
To be our true self
And love others true
Is wealth far beyond
What this world pursue
Radically Happy 
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