“Treasure in Heaven”
Verse 1
Humble, but not humble enough,
Restless nights, tryna call his bluff.
Chest feels hollow, pockets thin,
Turn ‘em inside out, there’s not much in.
Broke by the world’s design and measure,
But he’s carryin’ weight you can’t put in a ledger.
Pre-Chorus
Laugh if you want, call him small or frail,
Say he’s losin’ every earthly scale.
But there’s a fire you’ll never see,
Burnin’ quiet, deep in his belief.
Chorus
He ain’t rich in gold or pleasure,
But his real treasure’s stored in heaven.
When he’s weak, he looks above,
Finds his strength in faith and love.
Though he stumbles, though he’s weathered,
He keeps helpin’ those just like him together.
Yeah, the world may say he’s less,
But God says he’s blessed.
Verse 2
Puny frame, they call him names,
Scoundrel words try to fuel the shame.
But scars don’t lie, they tell the truth,
Of borrowed hope and battered youth.
He walks with grace in worn-out shoes,
Still gives away what little he can lose.
Pre-Chorus
Hands that shake still learn to pray,
Heart that breaks still finds a way.
When the road is steep and dim,
He lifts his eyes, not pride, but Him.
Chorus
He ain’t rich in gold or pleasure,
But his real treasure’s stored in heaven.
When he’s weak, he looks above,
Finds his strength in faith and love.
Though he stumbles, though he’s weathered,
He keeps helpin’ those just like him together.
Yeah, the world may say he’s less,
But God says he’s blessed.
Bridge
Blessed are the broken, tired, and poor,
Knockin’ on a mercy door.
What the world throws to the floor,
He lifts up, believes there’s more.
Outro
Empty pockets, spirit full,
He walks by faith, not by the pull.
Mark Burrell’s name won’t fade in time,
Treasure in heaven—pure and divine.
Macho69
