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.
Matthew 6:2-4 So when you give to the poor, do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, so that they may be honored by men. Truly I say to you, they have their reward in full. “But when you give to the poor, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving will be in secret; and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you.
Luke 6:38 Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.