Track 8 of 9
A shift in perspective. After being cleaned, the man can now see what actually has value versus what the world told him was valuable. An examination of false currencies — ego, control, achievement as identity — and the discovery of what truly holds value on this side of eternity: time, faith, and love.
Groovy, bass-driven, slightly wry alternative rock. 93 BPM.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I spent my twenties chasing paper
Spent my thirties chasing proof
That the numbers in the ledger
Were the measure of my truth
I tithed my time to the transaction
Gave my best hours to the grind
And called the exhaustion an investment
In a future I would never find
[Pre-Chorus]
But the account was always empty
No matter what I put inside
Because the vault I built was holding
Everything that's already died
[Chorus]
What's the currency that outlives the man
What's the currency you can't hold in your hand
What's the currency that multiplies when spent
What's the currency of a life that's meant
For more than what the market understands
[Verse 2]
The Scriptures say it's not the money
It's the love of it that kills
And every man who's ever held it
Knows the gravity of what it fills
We are not the masters of it
We are stewards passing through
And the question isn't how much can I keep
But what does my keeping say is true
Nobody's righteous with their wallet
There are only men less wrong
Who hold the coins a little lighter
And remember where it all belongs
[Breakdown]
I gave my patience to production
Gave my presence to the plan
Sold my mornings for a margin
And missed my daughter reaching for my hand
The richest man inside the graveyard
Has the same dirt on his name
And the poorest man who loved his people
Left a wealth no bank could claim
[Bridge]
Time is the currency of heaven
Poured into the ones who need your face
Not your money not your platform
Just your presence in the space
Faith is the currency that purchases
What no earthly coin can afford
The peace that passes understanding
The attention of the Lord
And love
Love is the only thing you spend
That comes back more than what you sent
[Final Chorus]
Time is the currency that outlives the man
Faith is the currency you can't hold in your hand
Love is the currency that multiplies when spent
These are the currencies of a life that's meant
For more than what the market understands
More than what the market understands