I sped along in the fast lane of life,
Going my way, feeding my strife,
Hoping to gain excitement and fame,
When reason's fine line edged on distain.
Life in the poor lane beckoned His voice,
Light over darkness became my choice.
What mattered the world and all its acclaim,
Hoping and wishing for grandiose gain,
When day after day I lived life the same.
Striving from want to glean self-respect,
Emptied me more to further regret.
Riches come guised in much array,
Without true love, there's endless dismay.
I never tasted riches, but I knew such need
Would never be fulfilled with empty greed.
Slowing down and shifting gears,
He opened my heart, and cradled my fears.
From fast to poor, my heart grew ready,
Speeding ahead, renewed and steady.
I find true love means poor in spirit,
And life in His poor lane is riches to revere it.