Give me not money
For it rots, it rots away my soul, til' it is gone gone

Give not luxury
For it pierces and causes many pains, til' I'm alone

Give not pride
For it leads, it leads me far from truth, til' I'm blind

Give me not fame
Fot it makes an idol of my name, how cold I?

Give me your Spirit
To figth, to figth againstthis flesh all my days

Give your wisdom
To know, to know that you are rigth in all your ways

If You are not my only treasure, Ihave not at all
If You are not what I desire, hope is lost, hope is lost

Composição: seeker and servant