All That We Choose To Give. - Poem by Reginald Walker
There is something I just want to let us know
Think about all of the money we faithfully give.
In contributions to the various churches where we go
The places where we really think that God should live.
Fundamentally, how do we tithe the time?
What is the measurement of our simple existence?
Not in denominations like dollars and dimes,
The significance is we only get this day once.
Moreover, how do we tithe the blessed occasion?
What is the fee for following the call of God that we hear?
The righteous request comes with every bright morning sun.
It is a divine appeal to increase the worth of our years.
Besides, how do we tithe the exact collective cost?
What is the literal value of the pace of the noonday sun?
What is the specific worth of the yesterdays that are now lost?
Declare the true price of enjoying an additional one.
Lastly, how do we tithe the charge for night’s concealing darkness?
Set the price on the enjoyment of an evening meal.
What is the quote for a peaceful good night’s rest?
What does it cost to enjoy the family that God gives?
Now, please enlighten me about one more thing.
Are we really accurately giving to God all that we should?
Are we attentively listening to the words of God that we sing?
Or are we just blindly repeating some meaningless words?
Therefore, sit down one day and ponder the exact expenditure.
What is the tithe for another day that God blesses us to live.
How much do we give for the pain that Jesus had to endure.
Why is three brief hours on Sunday all the time that we choose to give.
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