From The Everyday Mountain Top - Extol

The sweet taste of their approval

Admiring eyes of the worried ones

The slick smiles of the shallow

Keep your silver coins

They’re worthless next to what you’ll trade them for

The acclamation of the crowd

Begging for more tickling in their ears

Praying for me to bow down to

The temptation of the false prophets

Keep your silver coins

They’re nothing when I feel His endless love

I know you dream of feasting on my bitterness

Dance in delight while I realize myself to death

Won’t be sedated

By swallowing your bait

To want a pat on my back from some preacher

Instead of living out my faith

Keep your transient gold

I’ll stick with my eternal, priceless pearl

Rather be despised down here

Than feel ashamed they day I leave

Leave me alone now

I will serve only One

Got no desire for a field of blood of my own

Rather be despised down here

Than feel ashamed the day I die