HEAVENLY TREASURES
by:
Connie Bratcher
Treasures come in many forms-
Money, houses, and land,
Cabins in the mountains,
Condos on the sand,
Fancy cars and clothing,
Diamonds, silver, and gold.
No good thing is withheld from those
Within the Shepherd's fold.
But, these material gifts we enjoy
As we travel this earthly sod,
Can be a curse, rather than a blessing,
If we let them become our god.
When we love the gift more than the Giver,
We're treading on dangerous ground;
For those things we valued so highly
Aren't the treasures we thought we'd found-
Our souls are left impoverished,
Hungry and thirsty within,
As we find we've left our first Love,
And fallen into sin.
I'd rather have nothing of material worth,
As I sit at the Master's feet,
Than to have the wealth of all the world-
And miss Heavenly Treasures so sweet.