ANYTHING MORE
(would be something less)

If I could live my life again
without the heartbreak and the pain...
If I could change the sands of time;
trade my loneliness for fame...

If I could walk with my head held high...
If I owned a mansion that reached the sky...
I would have to leave it all behind
though the world I'm in would question why.

I would trade my wealth; never count the cost
for one 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 Saviour's eyes

Richard D. Preston
©1999

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