MY MONEY

I don't know where the money goes,
They even ask for tithes,
Why, they should know it costs a lot,
To buy my home supplies.

And I must keep up with the rest,
And my neighbors, do so spend,
But they'll find out one of these days,
Who'll win out in the end.

I buy the best of everything,
And always dress in style,
Some come to church in last year's hat,
It really makes me smile.

I don't know why they seem to think,
I should help with bills,
If they've got the faith they say they have,
They'd cure all the churches ills.

But they want money every week,
I do declare, it's true,
They say it all belongs to God,
But it's mine ! I'm telling you!

                                                         AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland