I Don't Want Your Money

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This is a DEMO version. Performance rights can be obtained by emailing [e-mail]. (c) 2017 Briston Chester & Follow The Son Radio, Inc. VERSE ONE The pastor stood up Sunday morn Before the plate was passed Said he had to clear his heart His face showed pain and the burden of the Lord He turned his pockets inside out And through trembling tears he said CHORUS I don't want your money No, that ain't why I'm here Please don't let your wallet Keep you from being here The Lord provides our needs He always has and always will Just let that plate pass on If it be the Father's will VERSE TWO He held up a twenty dollar bill Said this might buy you dinner But you'll just be hungry still If your faith's in a piece of paper I sure feel bad for you Cause this ain't coming with you When you meet God face to face BRIDGE As he laid the money in the plate He said "give to Caesar what is his" And give unto God things that are God's." CHORUS I don't want your money No, that ain't why I'm here Please don't let your wallet Keep you from being here The Lord provides our needs He always has and always will Just let that plate pass on If it be the Father's will But when the altar's open And the Word of God's proclaimed Please reach out to the Savior And let Him write your name That's why we're here That's what it's all about No, I don't want your money TAG: No, I don't want your money