I lived in the fast lane, pleasing just myself.

I didn't know what it meant to be poor.

I had money, clothes, food, house, but felt,

Like surely life meant something more.

There had to be a way to feel true love,

The kind I could not find in wealth,

So I looked for the answer with Someone above,

And found Jesus, and lost myself.

He was all I had needed, now I'm sure.

Life was different; I cared for others,

My old self was never like this before!

Now I saw old enemies as my brothers!

Love is a strange thing, so much better than hate,

I can see who I was and who I'm meant to be.

Now I live for Christ, not for me the Great,

Materials fade, but God is eternally.