I care not for trinklets, for money or positions,
I care not for the finest hand wrought gold,
but I have a yearning deep within my soul,
and I’m being led back to be with my fold.
I care not for honour from human lips,
I care not for praise for my toil,
but I care for the work of the Kingdom within me
and I care for the children of the Lord that are loyal.
The Heavens declare the glory of the Lord
All are without excuse