Earnestly I seek You, not food.
My soul thirsts for You, not human praise.
My body longs for You, not stuff.
Because Your love is better than fame and fortune,
my lips will glorify You, not myself.
On my bed I remember You, not my fears.
I think of You, not my bills, through the watches of the night.
Because You, not my assets, are my help, I sing in the shadow of Your wings.
My soul clings to You, not my stuff ; Your right hand upholds me.
How would you fill in the blanks?