Gold

Once upon a time there stood a little tree upon a hill This tree had lofty dreams to chamber riches from afar As time went on this tree was cut and carved into a hay trough And then one day it cradled the bright and priceless Morning Star One day, oh, one day the tree held good as gold Once upon a time there stood a little girl upon a hill And once upon a time she had golden dreams of fame She'd pour her heart & soul into the skill that God had given But a teacher she'd become to little treasures marked to claim One day, oh, one day the girl was good as gold Strong as a rock, sparkling as the purest jewel Only God could hide such a prize in the trembling of the mountains But to the mountains we must go There our dreams lie, there our gold refined Refiner's fire, my hearts one desire is to be holy Set apart for You my Lord, ready to do Your will Once upon a time there stood the ancient King upon a hill Surveying all His servants, gleaming of the ones who love Him so They'd forfeit all their dreams to chase the call that He appointed Set apart for their demise, wounded in the battles by the foe But some day, oh some day They'll be refined as pure gold