I'm sat on a cushion
That's comfy and plush
The world is a doddle
I'm not in a rush
To be in an army
That actually fights
I may have to give up
My comfortable rights.

I tithe like a good'un
From what I allow
The cushion is ample
My surplus,I vow
Will stop me from falling
Into unending need
I don't want to worry
I don't call it greed.

Where is the faith
That You want me to show?
Where is the love
That in me wants to flow?
Please help me trust You
In things great and small
So I will have freedom
To answer Your call.

Like the poem very much. Have I your permission to translate it into Hungarian to post in my church?
Josef