The world today, in which we live,
Is concerned about worldly treasure
Like addicts searching for the next pleasure.
We store up things and wealth and toys
And fill our existence with riotous noise.
Silence hurts worse than bombs and guns
Yet how many dead? Fathers, daughters, mothers and sons.
The riches of this world are frail and fleeting.
Not so, the life from a heart freely bleeding.
Many are those who have great money
And somehow their life is not so sunny.
And yet some who have naught in the world's view
Are the most joyful happy people I ever knew.
Their true riches are found in God their Lord
And in their hearts their wealth is stored.
Blessed are they who do not have much,
But are rich in love and such.
Happy are those who have less and are more free...
Because the weight of stuff slows us down you see!