MANSIONS ON THE HILL
Some folks build mansions grand and tall
Perched high upon the hill;
Drive fancy cars, wear coats of fur
And specnd their cash at will.
Their lust for gold and selfish whims
Soon leaves them sad and bored.
They cannot buy the joy that's found
Conersing with the Lord.
My home's a small and humble one
But filled with friends so dear,
Each day is blessed with joy and love
Because the Lord is here.
I walk through shady woods to shop
Where cash flow quickly ends.
The only fur I'll ever stroke
Belongs to forest friends.
I share the meager food I have
Content to serve God's will.
My wealth outshines the kind that's found
In mansions on the hill.