TITHE

[verseode]

Give your tenth unto The Lord
Before deductions bite
He must get your firstfruits first
Their holy in His sight
For He loves a cheerful giver
One who trusts His word
He will bless you in a way
For which your'e not prepared.

Money is a scary subject
Fills you full of fear
satan hates to think of you
Bringing Father cheer
Trust The Lord with all your heart
Put Him first, at last
You will reap what you have sown
Your treasure will be vast.

[TRL1957]

Amen! You got that right.
Great poem, M.
blessings, T