Look to the skies
Look to the skies
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In a land of plenty, where fortunes abound,
Where gold glitters 'neath the gleaming sun's crown,
Lived a man, whose wealth was renowned,
Yet within his heart, there was never a sound
Where gold glitters 'neath the gleaming sun's crown,
Lived a man, whose wealth was renowned,
Yet within his heart, there was never a sound
Of contentment or peace, for which he did yearn,
As the world's treasures around him did burn.
Oh, measure not a man by his gold,
Nor by the lands he does hold,
Look into his soul, so true and so bold,
As the world's treasures around him did burn.
Oh, measure not a man by his gold,
Nor by the lands he does hold,
Look into his soul, so true and so bold,
For there you will find, the story untold.
One fateful morn, as the storm clouds did gather,
He woke to find all he owned torn asunder,
His house in ruins, his coffers bare,
One fateful morn, as the storm clouds did gather,
He woke to find all he owned torn asunder,
His house in ruins, his coffers bare,
His once mighty ship, now just driftwood there.
The village folk whispered, "He's lost his all,"
Yet he just stood, his spirit to recall.
He looked to the skies, his eyes filled with tears,
The village folk whispered, "He's lost his all,"
Yet he just stood, his spirit to recall.
He looked to the skies, his eyes filled with tears,
As the thunder roared and the lightning did gear,
And he asked of the priest kings, in a voice so clear,
"What is the worth of a man when he's lost everything?"
The rain washed clean the soot and the grime,
And in the stillness, he heard a heavenly chime.
And he asked of the priest kings, in a voice so clear,
"What is the worth of a man when he's lost everything?"
The rain washed clean the soot and the grime,
And in the stillness, he heard a heavenly chime.
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