Text: Smalltown Poets. Anything Genuine.

To test this gold for it's worth
Is the same as testing me
And the fire burns easily today

The net is the good that's left
After the metal is refined
As I melt, look at what I've got

Separate it all from what I need

I'll take anything, anything genuine
Looking up from where I went
I can take whatever I get
I'll take anything, anything genuine

More interesting is my faith
Than the fear of what I'll miss
And those things are temporary anyway

Still on this side, getting fit for a
Faith that's been tried
And I smile more believably while

Getting just enough to know I need

I'll take anything, anything genuine
Looking up from where I went
I could take whatever I get

Falling from Your hands
Or falling from Your lips
As long as it's from You, I know
I can take it, I can take it
And I'll rejoice

I'll take anything, anything genuine
And looking up from where I went
I can take whatever I get

Falling from Your hands
Or falling from Your lips
As long as it's from You, I know
I can take whatever I get