Never Give Up

I am not not a man who's filthy rich.

My pockets have holes, which need to be stitched.

You won't find me with Franklins or Grants,

My wallet is rarely a Jackson fan.

But if I were to lose my job...

And if I were to live like a dog...

I'd count my pennies and add them up,

And tithe those offerings into the cup.

For who do you trust when all else is gone?

And who will escort you from dusk til dawn?

It's not a question of when or how,

And never an answer for here and now.

Do you put your faith in the Lord above?

Are you willing to give Him all of your love?

Will you hold fast when the times get tough,

Or release your grip and simply give up?

When you feel that faith start to slip away,

Get down on your knees and begin to pray.

He'll give you wisdom, He'll comfort your soul,

He'll reassure you, "My child, you are not alone."

And when you awaken, all refreshed and new,

You'll realize His promises have all come true.

Now, as a witness, you're urged to declare it:

Glory to the Father, the Son, and Holy Spirit!

Mark 12: 41-44

⁴¹Jesus sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large amounts. ⁴²But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a fraction of a penny.

⁴³Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, "I tell you the truth, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. 44They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on."