for dollars, you hypocrite
lie when you tell us that Jesus was rich
Man of Sorrows with nowhere to sleep
used as an excuse to fleece God’s sheep.
raise your voice in loud rebuke
the cash for the new vestibule?
will we landscape the new Sunday School?
mortgage payment is coming due.
plenty of pockets out in those pews
lumps staring up at you
soak up all your great glad news
who pay dues are the ones God will choose.
who don’t pay are only dead weight
to die for Jesus’ sake
on the net or life will get gross
lose out with God and die without hope.
time costs an arm and a leg
make our dear Savior grovel and beg
cut back on our salary
Rice Bowl fund is nearly empty.
sell your tour to the Holy Land
religion to make it look grand
mansions and fleets of Mercs
God’s work but not with YOUR perks.
lived wantonly upon the earth
fattened your already bursting purse.
filled up your sins for the Judgment Day
trampled upon God’s loving grace.
rant and you roar to try to get more
rob the widow and steal from the poor
altar is spread with their plundered bread
favorite curses will fall on your head.
millstone is tied around your neck
vows you’ve devoured are on your paycheck
souls you’ve hurt with the following words
or you’ll die cut off from our church.
will spew you out of His mouth
won’t go up when He gives the shout
wouldn’t find heaven so sweet and fair
think it was hell, no money’s up there.