It may seem so hard
While yet we try
To know what we each are worth
Whether great or small
Rich or poor
How do you measure worth
Some think of wisdom
Others think of position
But what is your measure of worth.
And as you try
And understand
And measure the worth of others
Do you discover
As you process of it all
That worth is more than just money
To be friendly and loving
And caring for all
Is that how you measure worth.
The worth of a person
Is the worth of a soul
And its measure can never be told
As we take in the scene
And see that true love
Is more than money can pay
So look for the best
Take hold of a hand
For the worth of a soul is love.
But where do we find
That love that is rare
That love that holds you in its care
It never lets go
And will always be true
And it's more than money can pay
From those nail torn hands
And blood stained brow
What love the world saw that day!
