CHILD OF GOD, GIVE ALL YOU'VE GOT
Ever wondered what that self-proclaimed “expert
on Biblical economics” might be scribbling on his desk as his TV show comes
on? Could it go something like this?
Child of God, I need a lot. Child of God, give all you've got. Child of God, just sow
a seed. But Child of God, make shore it's green.
Child of God, please send your best. It shore ain't cheap to fuel my jet.
Child of God, send satan a-runnin' by puttin' gold on all of my plumbin' Child
of God, I've got places to go. You're stuck in a rut on your job, I know. Maybe
you're dinin' on beans and grits while I eat lobster at the Ritz. But you'll git pie in the sky by and by if you'll only make
darn sure I get mine. Child of God, I need a new Merc, as well as billions of other perks.
Child of God, how desperate I am, Child of God, I've got writers' cramp. Child of God, write a generous check. So I
can buy a nicer desk. Or better yet, share the needs on your heart and the numbers
on your credit card. Child of God just give, don't think. Child of God, I'm runnin'
out of ink…