You taught me Papa,
that the way to heaven is paved with lack and tears
that they who wear finery will never see the street of Gold.
You taught me that blessings come from God,
You said I only need to commit to prayer.
But now I see,
for still in that Bible you read me the power to make wealth,
the wish wished above all else to prosper.
Was it not your God who said, "the dilligent will stand before kings?"
You taught me Papa but now I see
for I am grown and ready to choose
the parts of righteousness and fatness.