MY GOD AIN'T SHORT OF CASH

A poem about money grubbing preachers

MY GOD AIN’T SHORT OF CASH

By R. A. Merritt

Do you ever notice the evangelists any day of the week

When they're on the television and your attention they do seek

They talk about God and Jesus and getting yourself straight with same

And say that is their purpose at least that's what they claim

But it always seems to come around to money don't you know

And they keep asking for it the remainder of the show

They talk about prosperity, they talk about great wealth

Money God can get you improve your monetary health

And I must ask myself what's that got to do with Him

If I recall my Gospel great wealth equals sin

We all should remember about a camel through a needle's eye

He will make it easily before a rich man could even try

And they stand there before you dressed to the nines

And I've never seen a suit that's oh so very fine

They dress like a Rockefeller they eat like "Diamond Jim"

And I must ask myself what Bible they been looking in

Cause it seems to me at least I'm very sure

Jesus He showed compassion, but mostly for the poor

It ain't that a rich man can't be a good man don't you know

Can't have some empathy for others we're all the same below

But this seeming obsession I think they should stop it

Cause it makes me think all they want is inside of my pocket

Otherwise why bring it up why so much about the green

If they could get your folding money they'd no doubt flee the scene

And this all makes me angry my teeth I want to gnash

Cause like Bono said "My God ain't short of cash!"