TEN PERCENT TO BLESS

TEN PERCENT TO BLESS

Early Sunday  morning , the church bell rings
Calling , us   to come.
 Exchanging , blessing for a sin

Making , sure to bring  your tides ,
A gilt of money , a payment.
To confess  in church
A sins , or a crime

Church , now begins
The congregation  rises  for a song to sing
Even now , he is detached
His concentration , floats in a cloud
It’s a struggle  , to sing
His fake words are?
 Please let this song end

He looks at his watch
Seconds , tick by in minutes
By his thoughts
How much more will the preacher say
Preaching words , longer than  night and  day

Past the basket
For his tiding to repay
This is more then ten percent
Of all that he’s made
Now bless him
Give  back control
Of his day
Let him walk
His crime and sins paid

But I was and angel
Condemned to say
I was sent to him
With one more song  to sing
He couldn’t see me
But he heard  my song
Liked the bell at church loudly ,  it rung

I am and angel condemn
To show you love
Your ten percent paid can not buy your resolves
Hear me ?
When the  congregation , rose to sing that song
When the preacher delivered  his sermon
Your mind floated on a cloud
Detached  was your mind
When your blessing  rung

Never can you buy a blessing
With a percentage of love