In the light that shines from Thee I look upon the money and it has no value.

Used in Thy service it is transmuted into love.

My love for it would keep it but base metal, and shut me out from Thee.

My love and desire for Thee makes it pure gold, and me the dispenser of Thy blessings.

From my abiding place in Thee I use Thy gold.

I have no money.

I am Thy steward and I use Thy gold in Thy service.

With it I do Thy will.

 

 

 

~THE END~