You Will Find It (Choice of a Wise Man)

She could have been a principal
But taught in Sunday school
He could have been a lawyer
But became a holy fool
He could have played with sweepstakes
But swept the church instead
She could have been out partying
But knelt down by her bed

Is that a chip upon their shoulder
Or a sliver of the cross?
How hard can it be to carry?
Do they care about their loss?
Or is it that they understand
To gain the things we all demand
And paying with our souls
That's not the choice of a wise man
If you lose your life for the master's sake
You will find it

He could have played the lott'ry
Think of all that he could win!
But he thought of children's tears
And dropped the coin into a tin
They could have been celebrities
On every TV show
But they had different dreams
The world just didn't want to know

He could have been at the top of the tree
He was needed at the foot
She could have been in a fine big house
But somehow she stayed put
Perhaps they wonder why they must
Put all their hopes on hold
Or then again, perhaps they hope
For things you've not been told