My Tithing


Whenever I work and earn a dime,
I know that all of it’s not mine.
One penny I put in a special place
And then I spend the other nine.
If I earned fifty cents some day,
One nickel I’d put fast away,
For that is what I’d owe the Lord
As tithing—and I’d want to pay.
One-tenth of all I earn is due.
This may seem quite a lot to you,
But I pay it gladly, for I know
I’m doing what I ought to do.