So much took my time.
I gave away moments of my days . . .
for that which meant nothing,
I lived in a bubble of haze.

God, I weighed out my riches
on a scale that was false . . .
I had no true vision of
the meaning of loss.

I took so much for granted.
Without noticing your gifts.
Forgive me for allowing them
like sand through my fingers to drift.

I want your blessings . . .
the ones you've promised to me.
The blessings just waiting for
my eyes to see.

Your loving 'riches' are there . . .
all around me, I know.
Instead I grasped false 'riches' . . .
and raced off with the foe.

Oh, Father, open my heart . . .
and my eyes,
that I may not miss
Your loving gifts . . . that are mine.

My home, the food on my table,
Family, friends - each moment I breathe.
The talents you gave me,
. . . and the simple pleasures I sieze.

These are the Riches of Life . . .
that come only from You.
Forgive me, Father, for the . . .
ungodly things that I do.

These are the 'Riches' of Life . . .
nothing more do I need.
Give me the strength to follow . . .
wherever You lead.