Treasure, treasure, I am storing mine up.
Like a few silver coins in a big golden cup.

Burying my goodies in a shallow dirt grave,
hidden away in the back of a cave.

Don’t ask me to share it, or lend it or give it away,
it’s mine ‘cuz I earned it and I’ll keep it that way.

For the treasure you see that I stockpile around me,
came not from your hands, but from my skills mentally.

Ah, who am I kidding? I can’t keep that up.
The stuff that I got was earned mostly through luck.

Right place, right time, isn’t that what they say?
Make the most of your chances on just the right day.

Well, maybe that’s true. I just lucked into bliss.
If that what’s you call bills, payments and lists.

But the truth – here it is. None of this is me.
I will fight to stay honest and live humbly.

The One who created me just somehow saw fit,
to give me some talent and a few special gifts.

See here’s the truth: I’m not better than you or him.
My imperfections & struggles keep me level with them.

Keep it real and stay humble, that is my aim.
Forget all the stuff because it’s really quite lame.

Do I want to lose it? Obviously not, but I recognize
that my true treasures were not earned or bought.

The gift I was given was paid with a price,
but it could not be measured except by His life.

Grace reaching down and pulling me up.
Forgiveness, second chances and fresh wine in my cup.

So take all my treasures, my plans and my junk,
But God be patient with me as I fight like a punk.