The poor man felt like a fish out of water
Surrounded by suits he'd come clad in a sweater
The sermon was on responsibility
In other words it was about money
At offering time all the man had was dimes
He'd barely had gas to make it in time.
He asked God's forgiveness for what he was about to do
As the paper-filled plate came he felt like a fool
He noisily coughed to cover up the clink
Of a jobless poor man's offering
Two of the dimes fell from his shaky hand
They fell on the shoes of a nearby man.
What is this, sir, is this a joke?
Whispered the usher when he finally spoke
Stares and glares came from everywhere
The poor man's seatmate said, I'm paying his share
He put in a twenty with a look of disgust
Nudged his neighbor and said, this place isn't for us.
You're a brand new convert, you won't find Christ here
He'd be unwelcome with His sandals and beard.
What would they think of a homeless Man
Who had no savings and lived off the land?
Let's lay up treasures in heaven above
You don't have to pay for the Savior's love.
Lots of loot here but it can't purchase peace
Those cadavers seated so stiff and neat
Vacant faces where nobody's home
How can Christ dwell in these hearts of stone?
I'm tired of living a churchified lie
Let's look for a pasture alive with His life.