I’m living in a land of death
The trees are burnt and gray
There’s a smoldering smoke over head
And the night looks the same as the day
It seems the miracle that I can stand
When everyone I’ve known
Drifts up in the air with the ash
Every time that the wind starts to blow
But I feel alive with a life that’s not mine
Your law is a stream in this wasteland; my lifeline.
So much more than precious gold
Are Your promises my Lord
By them is Your servant warned,
And keeping them great reward
Your direction is my delight
Your law secures my roots
I will meditate day and night
And in season You'll harvest the fruit
Though a poison should threaten to kill
I know my Savior reigns
And when the breezes of death leave a chill
I've got Jesus’ blood in my veins
So I feel alive with a life that’s not mine
And I'm believing that that was Your intended design
So much more than precious gold
Are Your promises my Lord
By them is Your servant warned,
And keeping them great reward
The kingdoms of man have all decayed
The ruins of progress turn to waste
The gods of greed lie in their graves
Darkness is everywhere
But there’s a path in the dark that has emerged
I can see a great light beyond this curse
A brilliant blaze that is Your word
A beacon of hope that burns
And I focus my captivated gaze
On the radiant light from Jesus' face
The water of life is all I crave
Only Your word remains
So much more than precious gold
Is the beauty I behold
Give me the glorious reward
Of knowing You my King my Lord