Foolish and Poor
Foolish and poor
I sought to understand
The ways that you deal with man
The heart and the hands at war
But what dare I demand
From the one who pent up the sea
When the stars blazing over me
Are only the sands beneath your feet?
Foolish and poor
I can't offer you more
My riches are rust, my wisdom is dust
But my heart is yours
And where are the wise
Who can fathom the way you love?
Why you're lifting the lowly up
And bringing these bones to life?
And who could appraise
The price that you paid for me?
When you tore down the veil between
Your glory and love of one so
Foolish and poor
I can't offer you more
My riches are rust, my wisdom is dust
But my heart is yours
Of this I am sure
While I'm traveling in the flesh
While I hunger for something pure
And thirst after righteousness
That no cunning thing
Not the gold of a thousand kings
Nor my own mortal suffering
Can compare with the joy in store
For the foolish and poor
When this world is reborn
You'll turn mourning to song
The small will be strong
And your word will endure
With the foolish and poor
I can't offer you more
My riches are rust, my wisdom is dust
But my heart is yours.
My riches are rust, my wisdom is dust
But my heart is yours
I sought to understand
The ways that you deal with man
The heart and the hands at war
But what dare I demand
From the one who pent up the sea
When the stars blazing over me
Are only the sands beneath your feet?
Foolish and poor
I can't offer you more
My riches are rust, my wisdom is dust
But my heart is yours
And where are the wise
Who can fathom the way you love?
Why you're lifting the lowly up
And bringing these bones to life?
And who could appraise
The price that you paid for me?
When you tore down the veil between
Your glory and love of one so
Foolish and poor
I can't offer you more
My riches are rust, my wisdom is dust
But my heart is yours
Of this I am sure
While I'm traveling in the flesh
While I hunger for something pure
And thirst after righteousness
That no cunning thing
Not the gold of a thousand kings
Nor my own mortal suffering
Can compare with the joy in store
For the foolish and poor
When this world is reborn
You'll turn mourning to song
The small will be strong
And your word will endure
With the foolish and poor
I can't offer you more
My riches are rust, my wisdom is dust
But my heart is yours.
My riches are rust, my wisdom is dust
But my heart is yours
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Writer(s): Elijah Merrett
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