Everything is dust.
I am building a sandcastle
Decorating it beautifully
Expanding its reach
Planning ambitiously
The tide is coming
Inevitably creeping closer
I am oblivious to the danger
The sandcastle is gone
And all my ambitions with it
Save me from the love of money, Lord
Blind me to its hypnotic gaze
I am merely a steward of what you have generously given me
Master, remind me
That everything is dust.