Forty days are ticking bye

Easter joy will find us

In the twinkling of an eye.

Each day is precious till then.

We can help a stranger

Or lead ourselves out of sin.

Say a prayer or send a buck.

Make sure some one gets it

Who is out of luck.

Too much hunger in this world

For those who haven't much.

 Some will die on the field they've toiled.

It may be wishful thoughts

That a buck can help that much.

Added together, relief is brought.