“My I.O.U. to God” I don’t mean to sound like I’m whinnying, But I just don’t understand tything. Is it a small weekly tax, To make up for the money my savior lacks? I sit and listen to a sermon preached. And in my pocket book I become leached. Instead of praying for there crimes, Sinners are saved through payable fines? Could it be that angels pay rent, Is that why they need my ten percent? Will I never see those pearly gates, If I don’t put money in collection plates? It doesn’t seem to matter if you’re nice, Just as long as you pay their price. So I’ll stay at home and find my salvation another way, Because it seems that I just can’t afford church today. 12-14-99 Terraal
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