I carefully measure the money I share I don’t want my own cupboards to ever go bare I could actually give more But there are so many poor After all Jesus said; they’d always be there
I even measure the mercy I show Being quite kind to those I love and I know But if you cross my path You will sure know my wrath God’s up there, I’m in charge down below!
I dole out my pity with pride Take a picture, and get my good side I am sharing my wealth But I won’t risk my own health Now let’s go shopping on the high side
I dole out the small coins I disperse Way down deep in my pockets and purse I am sure they can live On the tidbits and scraps that I give After all without me, it’d be worse.