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…