$ermon On The Amount

For just one day who could I be

What mischief could I do

But this implies somebody’s me

Well, THIS is something new

I think I’d be that preacher man

With mansions and a jet

This just may be a perfect plan

He ain’t seen nothing yet

I’d sell the stuff that he acquired

With other people’s dough

Give back to God what God required

Before he stooped so low

I’d sign a contract with the church

To earn a wage that’s fair

Give back to those left in a lurch

Now living in despair

Since now he’s me, he’ll get to see

The damage that he wrought

How some were doomed financially

Through sermons that he taught

He taught, “Your money helps you win”

Too many times to count

Those sermons were to reel us in

To give, in some amount

Tomorrow he will wake in shock

He’s neither rich or poor

He talked the talk, now walks the walk

Just minus the grandeur

From here on out it’s sink or swim

At midnight we’ll change back

I’m me again and he’ll be him

Yet still, he doesn’t lack