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.