Little Andy Talks with God
About Offerings
Ten Per Cent
Good mornin', Mr. God.
I have ta ask ya somethin'.
Did ya loose your job
Of takin' care of ever one?
Yes'erday, in Sunday School,
Teacher said, "We need ta make a offning."
She s'plained it was for Jesus,
Next week we can bring.
I thought you was rich
'Cause ya have all those stars an stuff.
But, 'parently, you got broke
'Cause ya don't have a'nuff.
How much do ya need, Mr. God?
My bank is aw'most full.
I was jest savin' it
Ta buy sis an me a swimmin' pool.
She don't need it, any how.
She can splash in the tub, ever day.
She don't care,
Long as she can play.
At our house, daddy says
The 'lectric cost a whole lot.
I heard him say, ta momma,
It will take aw'most all we got.
So, I figgered, with all those stars,
Your 'lectric would be even more.
We have ta be careful 'bout the lights;
Turn 'em out a'fore ya close the door.
So, maybe you could unplug some stars.
We don't need them all.
They are real pretty.
If ya unplug some, would they fall?
Mr. God, maybe ya shouldn't buy
All those crowns for everyone.
We don't need them
When our life is done.
We're gonna be glad
Ta be with you an with Jesus,
An His mommy, too.
Like daddy says, all the time, gotta cut down.
I s'pose that's what ya have ta do.
Momma's got a garden with 'matos
An beans, an corn for us ta eat.
Daddy says it will help a lot.
Then, we only hafta buy eggs an meat.
Do ya got a garden, up there?
Momma can teach you how.
I 'spose people ask for way too much
'Cause daddy says ya got a lot of sheep ta feed.
Maybe, they could give up somethin' ~
Like radios an extra TVs.
Daddy says they owe ya
Ten per cent of their money
An more time on their knees.
Daddy said so, when he was
Standin' there ta teachin'.
But, momma says it's called
Necessary preachin'.
One man got up an left
An one was really mad;
Said he didn't like the talkin' an
Wouldn't shake hands with dad.
But, some people said, "Amen,"
An momma gave dad a wink.
Daddy says he has ta tell the truth,
No madder what they think.
I'm gonna make a Kool-aid stand.
Momma says she's gonna help, too;
So we can bring our ten per cent
Ta help Jesus, an the angels, an you.
It don't madder ta me, Mr. God,
If'n ya got poor ~
'Cause I love ya, anyway,
An, now, I love ya more.
Well, I gotta go. Hope I helped
With my a'vise for you.
Jest let us know 'cause
That is what friends do.
Mr. God, tell Jesus I said 'hi'
An 'bein' poor ain't so bad'
'Cause we all help each other.
So, tell him 'don't be sad'.
Bye, from Little Andy.
© 2004 by Sandra Griffin
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