The poem denounces the prosperity gospel as a deceptive scheme, promising riches while hiding the true cross. It challenges this teaching with biblical truths—the widow’s mite and the camel through the needle’s eye—revealing its coldness toward the poor and obsession with wealth. Jesus’ compassion for the beggar at the rich man’s gate stands against this greed-driven creed, warning that it leads souls astray from the narrow way of grace.

They peddle promises wrapped in silk,
A gospel gleaming with golden lies,
“Give and grow rich,” they croon,
While the cross lies buried beneath their piles.

Prosperity, they say, is God’s great sign,
A blessing measured in cars and cash,
But what of the widow’s mite,
The camel threading the needle’s eye?

Their pulpits gleam, their voices soar,
Yet hearts grow cold to the poor outside,
For love of money cloaks their creed,
A thief that steals the soul’s true need.

Christ saw the beggar at wealth’s cold gate,
He bore the thorns, not a crown of ease,
Beware the gospel that sells His grace,
A treacherous path from the narrow way.