My Only Treasure

There was a fire once, now holding onto smoke. They think I

have it all, but deep inside I'm broke. I'm rich but I am poor,

I'm full but I am empty. I've gained the world, but I can't

find You anymore, and still I can't let go. God, what's wrong with

me? I built a throne of sand, it crumbles in my

hands. But You're the solid ground, the Rock on which I stand.

You're rich and I am poor, You're full and I am empty. You're life

and I am dying, so come and fill me now, I lay down