Some say this life I live is only foolishness No waiting pot of gold in the faith that I possess But the treasures of this life will slowly turn to dust And this fool will find his gold in the Savior that I trust Fool's gold It's waiting in a crown Fool's gold In a city coming down I'll leave the gold I can't afford for For the higher prize I'm pressing toward I'll preach the "foolish" cross of Christ and wait for my reward Fool's gold The wisdom of the cross is easy to receive But only foolishness to them that don't believe They may say that I'm a fool for the cross that I proclaim But the gold that I must seek won't be found in earthly things When the crowns of gold are laid before His feet Then the worthy Lamb of God is a treasure we will keep Some may call me foolish, some may call me odd But I'd rather be a fool in the eyes of man than a fool in the eyes of God
