From The Everyday Mountain Top کے بول

the right words from the right people the sweet taste of their approval admiring eyes of the worried ones the slick smiles of the shallow keep your silver coins they're worthless next to what you'll trade them for the acclamation of the crowd begging for more tickling in their ears praying for me to bow down to the temptation of the false prophets keep your silver coins they're nothing when i feel His endless love i know you dream of feasting on my bitterness dance in delight while i realize myself to death won't be sedated by swallowing your bait: to want a pet on my back from some preacher instead of living out my faith keep your transient gold i'll stick with my eternal, priceless pearl rather be despised down here than feel ashamed the day i leave leave me alone now i will serve only One got no desire for a field of blood of my own rather be despised down here than feel ashamed the day i die