Treasures

Heavenly treasures
May not seem so near,
Placing in His hands
All that truly is dear.

Drawing toward heaven,
Eyes on that goal
Of seeing each treasure
Led to His throne.

Rusting treasure,
Held too close,
Shall spread it’s wings and fly
From mortal grasp
With worldly wrath;
Its hope will meet demise.

A.D.W. 2009