The thing you most want to do
Is the thing I have put inside you.
When you do your thing for money,
You miss Me.

Why don’t you come to Me to do
The thing I put inside of you?
Do you think you cannot hear Me?
Try, and you’ll see.

I long to speak to you
As you who are wearied
Doing what was not given you,
For money, wither on the vine.

Am I not your self-sufficiency?
Can you do anything outside of Me?
You who tithe and do not what I put in you
Are most heart paining. I long for you.

Come to Me and see.
I have for you no fantasy,
No thing that will leave you in poverty
Unless your sins take you there.

I’m here.