$3 worth of God, before my coupons

Wilbur Reese wrote this poem some time ago.

3 Dollars Worth of God 

I would like to buy 3 dollars worth of God, please

Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine. I don't want enough of him to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant.

I want ecstasy, not transformation.

I want the warmth of the womb not a new birth.

I want about a pound of the eternal in a paper sack.

I'd like to buy 3 dollars worth of God, please

How much God do you want?

You get as much or as little as you desire.

Tomorrow, I will mention this poem in our sermon time, with the story of a red and green card that I experienced yesterday.  Looking forward to worshiping with you.

PR