The Greatest Gift
To give is good, most would agree,
When helping poor feel more secure.
A splendid thing's philanthropy,
Though motives are not always pure.
We seldom sacrifice at all,
Our charity, when we accede,
Is excess money we withdraw.
We rarely give what we may need.
Our gifts put donees in our debt.
As time goes by, they often learn
That benefactors don't forget
And may want something in return.
Some donors want their giving known,
Refusing anonymity.
When placed on plaques or carved in stone,
Their names remain for all to see.
These measures three make giving great:
You give what you cannot afford,
Nobody need reciprocate,
And no one knows except the Lord.
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