You never ask me to release what I value most,
until You place in my hands what I will value more.
I’m letting go, I’m trading up, draining my own empty cup,
and letting Your Kingdom fill me up.
I drove my shovel deep into the clay,
just working through another heavy day.
The blade hit iron with a sudden ring—
I cracked the lid and saw a holy thing.
Sold my coat, sold my bed, with a laughing heart and a lifted head.
Cleared out the house, sold off the keys, brought all my status to its knees.
It wasn’t a chore, it wasn’t a sigh—I couldn’t count the cash fast enough
to buy the field of dirt where the treasure lies, with holy laughter in my eyes.
For some, it’s treasure found by chance. For others, a long, beautiful dance.
After telling of the digger, Jesus speaks of a merchant—two different men, one greater worth.
I walked through markets searching for the best, gathering fine things to put my heart at rest.
Holding the beauty of the wealth I’d grown, holding a fierce grip on every pearl I’d owned.
Then I saw the One—the masterpiece of grace, and suddenly my collection felt out of place.
I traded all I loved, let the minor riches fall, because a greater value came and overwhelmed them all.
You never ask me to release what I value most,
until You place in my hands what I will value more.
I’m letting go, I’m trading up,
draining my own empty cup, and letting Your Kingdom fill me up.
You never ask me to release what I value most,
until You place in my hands what I will value more.
I’m letting go, I’m trading up,
draining my own empty cup, and letting Your Kingdom fill me up.
You never ask me to release what I value most,
until You place in my hands what I will value more.
I’m letting go, I’m trading up,
draining my own empty cup, and letting Your Kingdom fill me up.
What I will value more.