Always seeking more possessions.
There is always room for more.
To accumulate one more item
In such a sweet allure.

When once you obtain it.
Your feelings quickly turn around.
For it is just one more belonging
With no more pleasure to be found.

One more item, one more item
Becomes the battle cry.
But you still are not enchanted,
And do not know why.

Then you meet the Savior
And the peace begins to unfold.
And you feel that happiness never comes
From any earthly gold.

The greatest joys in life,
Are simply not for sale.
True joy will come in eternal life.
In Love's kingdom you will never fail.