Dear God,

Somebody stole my money.  My first thoughts were they need to be cursed. No, I'm not going to wish bad on anyone. What goes around comes around came to my mind. Then I told myself, " They must need it more than me."

So, as I pondered on the bed, with this sick feeling in my stomach and my heart about to burst, "Why?" That's all I could say.

Then the voice of God said, "Now you know how I feel when you steal from me."

"Why can't you pay your tithes?

 All I asked for is 10% and you can keep the 90%.  But no, you want all 100%.

"All that I do for you, you steal from me. 

I put clothes on your back, food on your table,

I woke you up this morning, and this is the thanks I received.

I care for all your needs.

I don't ask for very much.

I just ask that you plant a seed,

so I can make your money grow with just one touch."

"Don't be selfish!  Show some love." 

"I give you power to create wealth.

I'm God from above.

The one who created both heaven and earth.

Yet in your mother's womb,

I knew you before birth.

Don't steal from me.

Trust me with your tithes,

it will multiply,

watch and you will see.