Tithe Poems - Poems about Tithe

THE TITHE. Where is our God? Who is our God? Is our God masculine or feminine? Where are you God? Why are you partial God? You bless those you love? I do not know if you love us? They say we should not question you? But I have burning questions God? Is it because we do not give the tithe? What mistake did we do that...

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A time-tested spiritual banking, Higher and higher one goes in ranking, Slammed doors sweetly unlocking, Hindering barriers unblocking… From the wall one has been flung And like a bag on a peg hung, One beautifully bounces off, Once more cooking better-off Your trifle not with Malachi 3:10, God having it written with His Pen; No chance rubbishing of the injunction, For whomever must get beyond our...

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UNTIE WITH TITHE IF TIGHT Descend from your boulder of woe into the vineyard where great men sow; here is my escape wonder park, inscribed: Givers Never Lack; betwixt the valley of indecision & greed whether to eat or sow the seed. Seek reference from scripture & read Malachi three verse ten, which is the in-thing. You only require "a tenth of everything": "Bring the...

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A 35% of you is for the taxman Twenty days left to own your grind A 10% of you goes to tithe For a salvation to find Leaves you with 55% But a 50% of you is for your spouse I told you not claim a better half And the remaining 5% can be yours or not If it is snatched by a...

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Jesus taught the world to become fishers of men to collect Gods tithe to overcome poverty Yet men taught themselves to steal Gods money and spend it on themselves take a look at the houses brought by the leaders of the church where once they have your money they build mansions of self greed they read your bible and preach we need money for the poor we need to...

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The World wants to tax the church you look at the church and you see a business that appears corrupt Granted a lot of ministers let people down follow their own paths of greed satisfy their own desires But the money the Church takes does not belong to the Church It belongs to God God said as I understand the bible He created...

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The end is near o parrots and prophets who peck and pick my people's pockets. Shameless shepherds who neglect the needy and tremble at the table of the greedy. Many are called by money-milking gods... but few chosen to rescue men from rugged rods. The pulpit is now a platter of prosperity while the pew cascades the aura of austerity. Robbers in priestly...

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God with love from heaven created us a dream and came to walk among us to teach us how to swing He made his birth a miracle a virgin birth for man angels told his loved one's do not to be afraid For God created Mary's child there is no one to blame he came to walk among us and teach us how...

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He only ask for ten percent which really isn't that much So as it would not be spent but instead used to touch With so much in hand and so many that are in need If you could only understand the importance of seed Taking it right from the start not to even think twice You give with your heart...

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In man God created self To another, He tasked to share Fellowships created to bind Diverse yet the same He makes To care for man, God is loved Men daily assembled in God’s name Denied God’s in dramatic manipulations Orderly assembled for a rich harvest Fatter pockets purchase God quicker Rules upturned for the benefit of man Men unyielding in the challenge of God Street rules...

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Guilty party Alcohol companies and those responsible for that product being targeted to the youth put my name in your will I don't care if you make it a metaphor for a prayer in the amounts that you leave me and the message you leave me with the way you care to swallow your footsteps you've left behind Cigarette companies and those who advertise for...

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I saw a man today with zippers on his shoes and platforms in the news never stopped him from stepping in the street I ask him why he looks at the sky while bombs are blasting at his feet and he turned to me and softspoke lyricly of rainbows and starshine, moonshine and castles in the sky flying carpets and aladdin’s – mysterious...

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