God asked Malachi long ago
Why have my people robbed me so?
Why do they hold their goods from me
Where is their faith that sets them free?
Have I not promised blessings sure
Like rain from Heaven clean and pure.
There would not be sufficient room
For blessings giv’n will surely bloom.
God will send forth heaven’s light
He opens windows, sends what’s right.
Any offering we sacrifice
Will make a life a little more nice.
Tithing opens windows holy
And revelation comes, you’ll see.
Faith increases when we give
And God, our sins, he will forgive.
All we have comes from God’s hand
Without Him we could never stand.
Eternal blessings will be yours
As fires of hell pass by your doors.
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