I seek no charity, no handouts of your grace,
Hold this truth within your heart, in every time and place.
I need no offerings, no measure of your deed.
I stretch no hand, to beg, to plead,
Though many seek from me, I do not seek.
Beyond the scope of mortal thought, my treasures speak.
You cannot fathom, not in the slightest degree,
The boundless well of all that's meant to be.
I tend to the plight of humankind, indeed.
I seek no charity, no handouts of your deed.
This giving you perform in my name, you see,
Holds no need for me, believe it trustingly.
Your wealth diminishes not with every open hand,
But flourishes, a fortune you command.
I will reward you for the kindness you impart,
I seek no charity, no handouts of your heart.
If you are generous, it is your own path to bliss,
My servant, you gain, what I will not miss.
Give freely, always, and I will bless your way,
My treasury is vast, and more I shall convey.
I value the spirit, the kindness you express.
I seek no charity, no handouts of your grace,
I need no offerings, no measure of your deed.
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