I’m feeling very rich today
for Jesus holds my purse.
I need not count its scanty store
As all the assets at my door;
Behind it stands a wealthy name,
And vast resources I may claim,
Since Jesus holds my purse.
My Cashier never lets me want;
Since He controls my purse,
Debit and credit always meet.
I marvel at His counsel sweet
Concerning purchase I make
Or money given for His dear sake,
While He controls my purse.
I’d face the world in great alarm
If Judas held my purse.
He’d call the gifts of humble love
Naught but a waste; treasure above,
Uncertain quantity and poor.
My life would barren be, I’m sure
If Judas held my purse.
And thus I live a carefree life,
For Jesus holds my purse.
Since money is a sacred thing,
Both joy and sorrow it may bring.
According as we do His will,
Or find our hearts rebellious still
Let Jesus hold your purse.
Anonymous poem by Stephen F. Olford in The Grace of Giving: A Biblical Study of Christian Stewardship (Grand Rapids, MI: Kregel, 2000) 65.