If I could turn my treasures over one by one And drop my god Whenever my gold and silver corrode I won't be broken I won't be scarred Blessed are the poor in this life Life is more than the things we buy All who seek righteousness Shall be satisfied Shall be satisfied Whenever my name is spoken And I must turn to dust My soul departs Then maybe the skin I hold Could compose the songs I have written on my heart Blessed are the poor in this life Life is more than the things we buy All who seek righteousness Shall be satisfied Shall be satisfied Shall be satisfied Angels sing with lifted wings Of glory that we have not seen Creation waits to see the day When the dust is clear The dust is clear The angela sing with lifted wings Of glory that we have not seen Creation waits to see the day When the dust is clear And only truth remains Only truth remains Blessed are the poor in this life Life is more than the things that we buy All who seek righteousness Shall be satisfied Shall be satisfied Shall be satisfied Shall be satisfied Shall be satisfied