Jack's Giant Epiphany That God Just Might Not Care About Your Money Poem by Ted Sheridan
Jack's Giant Epiphany That God Just Might Not Care About Your Money
Lord help me pay my bills, that's what I said yesterday
As my pen ran out of ink and my bank balance shrank
To nothing shy of the current most recent figures for poverty
Lord help me pay my bills, that's what I said this morning
As my calculator went on the blink and my bank balance
Continued to shrink and shrink and shrink
Lord help me pay my bills, it's what I'm thinking now
Taking the cow to the market and trading it for magic beans
The truck's tires are worn thin like the financial state I'm in
And the beans that I get for the cow probably won't sprout into a stalk
Tall enough and strong enough to reach Heaven's door
Because with all my problems and yours.....
We both forgot to pray to him asking for this drought to end....
2007 © T Sheridan
It is true that god doesn't care about the money Ted, it is a pity we don't get that message more universally. Love the title and the moral of the story is, never let your pen run dry...smiling at you, Tai
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5/2/2024 4:23:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderfully and imaginatively put Ted, as ever. I feel a bit ashamed now. I was just in the hairdresser saying 'please god let her do what I want and not what she feels like doing' and forgetting about world poverty. Still, I'm guessing She might listen to the more important ones, in order of priority. t x