I’m living in a land of death
 The trees are burnt and gray
 There’s a smoldering smoke over head
 And the night looks the same as the day
 It seems the miracle that I can stand
 When everyone I’ve known
 Drifts up in the air with the ash
 Every time that the wind starts to blow

 But I feel alive with a life that’s not mine
 Your law is a stream in this wasteland; my lifeline.
 So much more than precious gold
 Are Your promises my Lord
 By them is Your servant warned,
 And keeping them great reward

 Your direction is my delight
 Your law secures my roots
 I will meditate day and night
 And in season You'll harvest the [bad word]  Though a poison should threaten to kill
 I know my Savior reigns
 And when the breezes of death leave a chill
 I've got Jesus’ blood in my veins

 So I feel alive with a life that’s not mine
 And I'm believing that that was Your intended design
Find More lyrics at www [bad word]  So much more than precious gold
 Are Your promises my Lord
 By them is Your servant warned,
 And keeping them great reward

 The kingdoms of man have all decayed
 [bad word] of progress turn to waste
 The gods of greed lie in their graves
 Darkness is everywhere
 But there’s a path in the dark that has emmerged
 I can see a great light beyond this curse
 brilliant blaze that is Your word
 beacon of hope that burns

 And I focus my captivated gaze
 On the radiant light from Jesus' face
 The water of life is all I crave
 Only Your word remains

 So much more than precious gold
 Is the beauty I behold
 Give me the glorious reward
 Of knowing You my King my Lord