I've got all this money
I'm trying to save
I'm wanting a shed load
To take to the grave
I don't want to worry
It's peace that I crave
Insurance is what I desire.
They tell me the finances
Are pretty grim
Because we're not tithing
They're far from the brim
The vision is stalling
It's looking quite dim
Why doesn't God sort it out.
I've given you money
Possessions and wealth
To share with My people
To increase their health
So open your pockets
Start tithing with stealth
Test Me, and I will provide.