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Good morning, Mr. God. I have to ask ya somthun'. Did you loose your job Of takin' care of everyone? Yesterday, in Sunday School, Teacher said, "We need to make a offning." She s'plained it was for Jesus, Next week we can bring. I thought you was rich 'Cause ya have all those stars and stuff. But, 'parently, you got broke 'Cause you don't have a'nuff. How much do ya need, Mr. God? My bank is awmost full. I was jest savin' it To buy sis and me a swimmin' pool. She don't need it, anyhow. She can splash in the tub, everyday. She don't care, Long as she can play. At our house, daddy says The 'lectric cost a whole lot. I heard him say, to momma, It will take awmost all we got. So, I figgered, with all those stars, Your 'lectric would be even more. We have to be careful 'bout the lights; Turn 'em out a'fore ya close the door. So, maybe you could unplug some stars. We don't need them all. They are real pretty. If ya unplug some, would they fall? Mr. God, maybe you shouldn't buy All those crowns for everyone. We don't need them When our life is done. We're gonna be glad To be with you and with Jesus, An His mommy, too. Like daddy says, all the time, gotta cut down. I s'pose that's what ya have to do. Momma's got a garden with 'matos And beans, an corn for us ta eat. Daddy says it will help a lot. Then, we only hafta buy eggs and meat. Do ya got a garden, up there? Momma can teach you how. I 'spose people ask for way too much 'Cause daddy says you got a lot of sheep to feed. Maybe, they could give up somthun' - Like radios and extra TVs. Daddy says they owe ya Ten per cent of their money And more time on their knees. Daddy said so, when he was Standin' there to teachin'. But, momma says it's called Necessary preachin'. One man got up and left And one was really mad; Said he didn't like the talkin' and Wouldn't shake hands with dad. But, some people said, "AMEN," An momma gave dad a wink. Daddy says he has to tell the truth, No madder what they think. I'm gonna make a Kool-aid stand. Momma says she's gonna help, too. So we can bring our ten percent To help Jesus, and the angels, an you. It don't madder to me, Mr. God, If ya got poor - 'Cause I love ya, anyway, And, now, I love ya more. Well, I gotta go. Hope I helped With my a'vise for you. Jest let us know 'cause That is what friends do. Mr. God, tell Jesus I said 'Hi' And 'bein' poor ain't so bad' 'Cause we all help each other. So, tell him 'don't be sad'. Bye, from Little Andy. |
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