Finance || Poem || Mike Bullock

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.

Finance || Poem || Mike Bullock