CUSHION

            I'm sat on a cushion
            That's comfy and plush
            The world is a doddle
            I'm not in a rush
            To be in an army
            That actually fights
            I may have to give up
            My comfortable rights.

            I tithe like a good'un
            From what I allow
            The cushion is ample
            My surplus,I vow
            Will stop me from falling
            Into unending need
            I don't want to worry
            I don't call it greed.

            Where is the faith
            That You want me to show?
            Where is the love
            That in me wants to flow?
            Please help me trust You
            In things great and small
            So I will have freedom
            To answer Your call.