Why am I constantly withholding from You, Lord?
Why do I choose not to do what is right?
What is the value of the temporal things I hoard?
Why is it so hard to see choices as black and white?
Remind me, Lord, that You're my shield and sword,
That You provide for me day and night,
That, in heaven, is where my treasures are stored.
Let me not be tempted by Turkish Delight.