Heaven Cent

The almighty......Dollar

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We may profit from the Prophet
I like cashing in on Christ
Taking silver for my Savior
Makes my pockets feel alright

May we separate God and government
But not on Christmas Eve
May Santa bring us presents
And angels top our trees

We’ve a “Passion” for the movies
Instead of the Good Book
But the popcorn stains the pages
And the actors aren’t as good

On TV Sunday mornings
The Ministry for Trash
Says gimme, gimme, gimme
My Mercedes runs on cash

I wonder if they’ll take me
Let me in the Pearly Gates
Since I drive a beat up Buick
And my bills are always late

There’s more that I could tell you
But it will have to wait
I’m hearing from our sponsors
I must take a little break



“Although your comments are appreciated
It takes time to write this stuff
And time is money in my book
And times are kinda tuff
So shower me in applauses
To keep a roof on my sweet home
And I’ll pay the favor back to you
And return you to my poem”




When I die I’ll go to heaven
At least that’s what they say
It cost me "how much!" for a coffin
I won’t be needing anyway

And can I really rest in peace
Underneath the old oak tree
Knowing that it cost so much
For a view I’ll never see

Heaven cost so much these days
Just to believe in God
I better have a wealthy aunt
Or work a dozen jobs

They tell me “Savings” easy
If I just believe in Him
But if you've seen my bank account
I’ve paid for all my sins

What’s happened to the world He knew
When we washed our hands as one
And the only thing we had to give
Was In the name of
The Father
And The Son……