
Penny wise and pound foolish
Pinching out the cents
While coins clatter down behind in
Spiraling descents
From holes in your own pockets
Couldn’t bear the weight
They roll and spin in figure eights
Now that’s a pricey cheapskate

Penny wise and pound foolish
Pinching out the cents
While coins clatter down behind in
Spiraling descents
From holes in your own pockets
Couldn’t bear the weight
They roll and spin in figure eights
Now that’s a pricey cheapskate

I’ve had my share of grief and care
So weighed down with woe
I’ve worked and fought and prayed a lot
From places dark and low
With anguished cry I’ve asked but why?
And here is what I know
He gives the grace and strength to face
Each trial as we go

Turn your face to the sky
Like an opening flower
Away from the dirt below
And its filthy power
Away from the self-centered
Greedy earthly fight
Look above to the love
And be filled with light