I’VE SEARCHED FOR GOLD AND I’VE LONGED FOR THE SILVER
I’ve climbed the mountain for one glance of a jewel
I won’t be satisfied ’til I’ve found what I’ve come for
I won’t be satisfied ’til I meet with You
I felt the coal it burned on my lips
Then there were diamonds You brought to my side
And I’ll be poor if it means I can find
More of a passion for the secrets You hide
Is there hope enough these days to forgive somaeone like me
Is there grace enough these days to forgive somaeone like me
Martin Smith