MONEY

            Money is a funny thing
            It fills you full of fear
            Especially when the car plays up
            And holidays draw near
            The Lord is king of everything
            Except our pile of cash
            And when He asks for part of it
            We come out in a rash.

            Working to release our grip
            He says that tithing's right
            And we will go along with it
            But not without a fight
            And then He says that we should sow
            Into a fertile ground
            But we've already been so kind
            His reasons can't be sound.

            Money is a prison
            It can control your life
            The ties that bind will suffocate
            And lead you into strife
            He promises to keep us up
            Above the waves of debt
            Let the kingdom have your dosh
            It's loss you won't regret.