The Parable of the Talents

By the nights of the southern shifting sands I speak as the son of God and man with wisdom brought from the God above I gave my servants rules of love Build your church's good and strong make this world a loving song for every dollar given, invest to make it grow to overcome the suffering, of people living poor Invest the money given, creating five times more creating jobs for people, a road that helps the poor I sat with my disciple's, on a dark and lonely night I gave to them words of wisdom, a parable of might I said "a man would go to his father's kingdom" I wept before I died, I went to my fathers kingdom They knew I never lied, my servants my disciples my servants build my kingdom, build it good and strong create the wealth a kingdom for me to sit upon My Disciples past the banner on, the pope a leader of the throng In church the money given, a talents growth invested well build the shops, the banks and home's, the wealth behind my thrown Creating jobs to help the poor, creating roads to help them grow The money given to the church is given to their God He has told you wisely invest to make it grow creating jobs for families and wealth to build his thrown