THE POOREST MAN ALIVE
KEHINDE AKPORIEN@akporienkehinde866986
6 days ago
Who is the poorest man in the world?
Not the one with empty pockets,
But the one with an empty purpose.
No dream.
No vision.
Just existence… drifting.
Breathing, but not living.
And who’s the most frustrated of all?
The man who dreams—
But never delivers.
Pregnant with purpose,
But the baby’s stillborn.
Pushing year after year,
But never crossing into promise.
Listen.
Dreams are not cheap wishes.
They’re divine downloads.
Heaven’s whispers to your soul,
Echoes of eternity planted
In the garden of your imagination.
You were born with it.
Yes—YOU.
Rich or poor. Village-raised or city-born.
From marble floors or mud huts.
You were born with purpose
Etched in your spirit
Like fingerprints from God Himself.
Every child dreams.
It’s instinct. It’s heaven’s signal.
Because your dream is not fiction—
It’s prophecy in disguise.
You don’t believe me?
Check the blueprint:
Every manufacturer creates for a purpose.
Every product has design.
And God?
He’s the Master Craftsman.
He made you with intention,
Marked you with mission,
Anointed you with ability.
But here’s the tragedy:
Potential means nothing
If it's never activated.
A seed can birth a forest—
But if it dies in your hand,
The forest dies too.
Don’t let your life be a locked vault of could-have-beens.
Don’t carry your treasure to the tomb.
Don’t let your gift get buried in regret.
Cemeteries are the wealthiest places on Earth.
Books unwritten.
Songs unsung.
Sermons unspoken.
Businesses unborn.
Dreams… undeclared.
And so I ask you—
Will you bury your fire,
Or will you burn?
Will you sit on purpose,
Or will you push?
Will you die full of potential,
Or live poured out,
Empty for God’s glory?
Because living with ability brings responsibility.
But dying with it?
That’s a waste of eternity’s investment.
So rise, child of God.
RISE.
Stir up the gift.
Fan the flame.
Let your life roar with this declaration:
“I dreamed. I moved. I manifested.
No purpose buried.
No destiny wasted.
I left it all on Earth…
Because Heaven gave it all to me.”
Don’t just die. Deliver.
Don’t just dream. DO.
You carry heaven’s blueprint.
Now build.
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