If all my possessions were blanched from my life All the successions of increasing price If naught left excepting the clothes on my back What then would remain if possessions I lacked?
If all my obsessions did twitter away All of the passions pervading my days If heart left unfluttered by succulent pleas What then would persist in the absence of these?
If all of my knowledge were counted as nil Exiled from the college of purposing wills If nothing I learned could be counted as gold Could anything good in the world I behold?
The answer may center on if I am willing To let go of things and let God's distilling Get past the passions, possessions and plans Then lower me down, through the roof, to His Hands.