Maybe a little of my money
Cause it bulges my pockets, and looks funny
Maybe a smile to someone I know,
But only to those who'll help me grow.
Maybe a thought of someone old
Hoping his Will, will have my name bold.
Maybe a little of my precious time
To any fun party, and friends of mine.
But what have I given to the one,
Who gave His life, His Son
Arms outstretched and tied with rope
Nailed to a cross, to give me hope?
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