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Gold on the table, grain in the dark
Counting the comfort, covering the heart
He looked across his crowded barns and said, I need them higher
I'll pull them down and build again, and keep the years from fire
Soul, take your ease-eat, drink, be glad
The future's in my hands
But midnight spoke his hidden name
Tonight your soul is required
What profit fills a quiet room if love is kept outside
What shall I bring beyond the veil when all I held has died
Teach me to be rich toward God
To break the bread and lift the cup of love
If all my barns are ash and fraud
Hold me, Jesus-make me rich in God
A doorway split a little world: fine linen, purple wine
And Lazarus lay by the gate with hunger in his eyes
The tables turned at eventide-one carried to Abraham
The other cried across the gulf for water in his hand
He begged for just a drop of grace, a messenger to warn
But there's a chasm no one cross
And truth was told each morn
If they won't hear Moses and the Prophets
No louder sign will do
Open my ears before the night
Let mercy make me new
Close the distance at my gate
Lay Lazarus on my heart
Break the chains of shining things
That hold my hands apart
Teach me to be rich toward God
To set a table where Your poor are loved
When all my barns are ash and sod
Hold me, Jesus-make me rich in God
Gold on the table fades like a spark
Love is the treasure that follows the dark