Slot

Put your money in the slot
And magically you'll see
Ten times it's worth come tumbling out
To set a debtor free
It seems so simple to perform
He must be made of gold
Is He trying to buy your love
Creator being cold.

He says that if you want returns
A treasure that will last
Then in His kingdom you must sow
Upon His waters cast
Your return will be a life
That's worthy of His call
To feed the hungry, help the poorest
Pick up those who fall.

This poem was a finalist in the April 2008 poetry contest