Don't matter who you are,
or how much money you make.
Don't matter if you tithe each Sunday,
God can see a fake.
When people know how much you give,
or just how much you've done,
it's hard to call that humble when your
bragging to your son.
If people turn and walk away, you can bet
they have good reason.
God want's us all to be the best we can
and get away from those unpleasing.
I won't raise my voice in anger,
or even scream or shout.
I realize I'm not perfect, yet you don't need
to point that out.
God know's he still has much to teach me,
but my hearts in the right place.
When all is said and done for us,
your money you can't take!
By Bevi Jean
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
Don't matter who you are,
or how much money you make.
Don't matter if you tithe each Sunday,
God can see a fake.
When people know how much you give,
or just how much you've done,
it's hard to call that humble when your
bragging to your son.
If people turn and walk away, you can bet
they have good reason.
God want's us all to be the best we can
and get away from those unpleasing.
I won't raise my voice in anger,
or even scream or shout.
I realize I'm not perfect, yet you don't need
to point that out.
God know's he still has much to teach me,
but my hearts in the right place.
When all is said and done for us,
your money you can't take!
By Bevi Jean
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