CUSHION

[verseode]

I'm sat on a cushion
That's comfy and plush
The world is a doddle
I'm not in a rush
To be in an army
That actually fights
I may have to give up
My comfortable rights.

I tithe like a good'un
From what I allow
The cushion is ample
My surplus,I vow
Will stop me from falling
Into unending need
I don't want to worry
I don't call it greed.

Where is the faith
That You want me to show?
Where is the love
That in me wants to flow?
Please help me trust You
In things great and small
So I will have freedom
To answer Your call.

[awestruckchild]

Ah, we refuse to live in dependance on God daily. The world says we have to amass wealth or we will be eating catfood in our old age. And we say, maybe they're right. Didn't work with Israel though. When they tried to amass more than for the day, it turned into a wormy mess. I am literally, right now, seeing this wormy mess in my own family.