Having things—having what there is to have of things:
Clothes ’n cars ’n houses, food and flings,
They pass away, they’re fading things.

Doing things—for a day or two and then you’re through
Rack your brain for something else to do.
It’s all been done—there’s nothing new.

Like a Merry-Go-Round, when you’re through it’s not so real.
When the ride is over, you find you’re empty still, so you seek...

Something real—something that will last and satisfy,
Something solid that you can’t deny,
The answer to your hungry cry.

There is something more than you’ve ever had before,
All that men dare hope for and more can now be found
In someone...

Satisfied—Jesus Christ, You are so real to me.
You have ended all my vanity.
You fill the void that’s deep in me.
Lord Jesus, You’re Reality.