The Giver's Cash
Perceivers need the Giver’s cash,
Are nice to them for they must ask,
"Please kindly sir, some more, I pray,
That I might live another day."Though nice to them, it is not good,
For nice they're not – that's understood
By all – for Givers vicious are,
Whose tentacles reach near and far.But who dares stop them in their tracks?
For they've got ways to cut your cash;
They get away with murder thus,
We eat that stuff – It's "good" for us.Like needing cash, is needing gold –
Perceivers are the mother-load
Of nuggets – insights – high-grade ore,
So we shut up so we'll get more.I could go on to other gifts,
How all shut up to get the bits
Of what they need to live their lives,
Eat crap – that's how receiver thrives.What freedom now from being "nice";
Freed up to call on their advice,
Without the need to pull my punch;
The prospect gone of crap for lunch.For it's not good to silent be,
And let folks have their way with me;
As Givers to Perceivers act,
Perceivers are as well, in fact.But seeing Christ upon the cross
Has dealt with this – gone is our loss;
He took their hit – what they deserved –
For what they just for lunch have served.What freedom! Givers in their place!
No more exempt from their disgrace!
Back in the fold of body-life
At last a part of joy and strife.It's not that we have held our peace;
It's more the cost of such release
Of words to folks who must be stopped;
Absorbed by us? Enormous cost.But now we're freed – at last I see
He took the hit for you and me;
Removed our guilt – that much I'd seen –
But vengeance-lust a load had been.And now I see 'tis justice done;
He took the hit – He is the one
Upon whose life was justice wrought;
That I in freedom now might walk.Thanks.
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