A Psalm of the Calebites

Many crave for wealth Willing to surrender to its traps Even at the expense of their health Some rave for fame Forgetting its futility For world acclaim cannot replace the power of God’s name Still others crave power Even at the expense of their soul Forgetting it’s only a temporal refuge tower But my heart cries for a different Spirit From the dungeon to palace it shall be my lift A different Spirit I crave oh Lord That I may be different and stand out for you oh Lord For it shall lift me from the mud And make me stand on the solid rock. From dungeon it shall take me And sit me among the princes A different Spirit I crave for oh Lord That I may be different by making a difference in my generation