Letra de «Things»
Things upon the mantle
Things on every shelf
Things that others gave me
Things I gave myself
Thing I've stored in boxes
That don't mean much anymore
Old magazines and memories
Behind the attic door, things
Things on hooks and hangers Things on ropes and rings Things I guard that blind me to The pettiness of things Am I like the rich young ruler Ruled by all I own If Jesus came and asked me Could I leave them all alone Oh, Lord, I look to heaven Beyond the vеil of time To gain eternal insight That nothing's rеally mine And to only ask for daily bread And all contentment brings To find freedom as Your servant In the midst of all these things
For discarded in the junkyards Rusting in the rain Lie things that took the finest years Of lifetimes to obtain And whistling through these tombstones The hollow breezes sing A song of dreams surrendered to The tyranny of things
Things on hooks and hangers Things on ropes and rings Things I guard that blind me to The pettiness of things Am I like the rich young ruler Ruled by all I own If Jesus came and asked me Could I leave them all alone Oh, Lord, I look to heaven Beyond the vеil of time To gain eternal insight That nothing's rеally mine And to only ask for daily bread And all contentment brings To find freedom as Your servant In the midst of all these things
For discarded in the junkyards Rusting in the rain Lie things that took the finest years Of lifetimes to obtain And whistling through these tombstones The hollow breezes sing A song of dreams surrendered to The tyranny of things
