If I could live life all over again

without the heartbreak and the pain

If I could change the hands of time

trade my loneliness for fame


If I could walk with my head held high

and had a mansion that reached the sky

I'd have to leave it all behind

though the world would question why


I would trade my wealth and never count the cost

for on glimpse of the Blood stained Cross

Anything more would be something less

to rule the world would be to suffer loss


to stand high upon a mountain top

or soar as an eagle in flight

could not compare to the beauty I'll see

when I look into my saviors eye's


copyright 1996 Richard D. Preston