He lived in a palace
On a mountain of gold
Surrounded by riches
And wealth untold
Priceless possessions
And treasures of art
But he died alone
of a "hungry heart"
For man cannot live by bread alone
No matter what he may have or own
For though he reaches his earthly goal
He'll waste away with a "starving soul"
But he who eats of holy bread
Will always find his spirit fed
And even the poorest
Of men can afford
To feast at the table
Prepared by the Lord.
