Blessed are the lost and confused, for admitting what the rest of us deny
Blessed are the paranoid for they will realise they were right all along
Blessed are the addicts, for they will be able to release themselves
Blessed are the welcoming and friendly, for they will be welcomed by many friends
Blessed are those who are cursed by bad luck, for their number will finally come up
Blessed are they who find they cannot believe, for they will find honesty is a fruit of the Spirit
Blessed are those willing to go the second mile, for they will get a lift
Blessed are those who see Love in the eyes of the forgotten, for they will find Love gazing back at them
Blessed are those who use foreign names for God, for one day we will all speak in tongues.
Blessed are those who have lost their life, for they will find Life comes looking for them
Blessed are those with a roof over their heads,
food on the table, work that rewards and friends to rely on,
for there isn’t much more anyone can ask for
Blessed are those who find the poetry in religion,
for they will find a divine rhyme in the ordinary and everyday
Blessed are all of us who are found wanting, for we will all be found wanted.