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VERSE ONE
The pastor stood up Sunday morn
Before the plate was passed
Said he had to clear his heart
His face showed pain and the burden of the Lord
He turned his pockets inside out
And through trembling tears he said
CHORUS
I don't want your money
No, that ain't why I'm here
Please don't let your wallet
Keep you from being here
The Lord provides our needs
He always has and always will
Just let that plate pass on
If it be the Father's will
VERSE TWO
He held up a twenty dollar bill
Said this might buy you dinner
But you'll just be hungry still
If your faith's in a piece of paper
I sure feel bad for you
Cause this ain't coming with you
When you meet God face to face
BRIDGE
As he laid the money in the plate
He said "give to Caesar what is his"
And give unto God things that are God's."
CHORUS
I don't want your money
No, that ain't why I'm here
Please don't let your wallet
Keep you from being here
The Lord provides our needs
He always has and always will
Just let that plate pass on
If it be the Father's will
But when the altar's open
And the Word of God's proclaimed
Please reach out to the Savior
And let Him write your name
That's why we're here
That's what it's all about
No, I don't want your money
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No, I don't want your money
