Poetry

Heaven’s Treasures

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I dreamed I was at heaven’s door

I heard its hinges creak

Around its frame a light shone out

As it opened for the King

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“What have you brought?” He asked

“From your time on earth now through”

I didn’t know what I could say

I just had to tell the truth

 

So I talked about the mission’s trips

And how each day I prayed

And how I often read His word

And all the tithes I gave

When I stopped – he paused

And then He gently said

Those were not from your truest heart

But just rituals instead”

“But the forgiveness you gave your parents

When divorce left you alone

And love you shared with strangers

When you opened up your home

And sorrowful repentant tears

And confessions in the night

Those are the things I treasure here

And are precious in my sight!”

Places where I’ve Been

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I have not been to Israel

To touch its Holy sites

Nor to the Sea of Galilee

Where You taught your disciples

But Your voice that calmed a storm

Has spoken in my mind

And Your hands that healed the sick

Have gently taken mine

And the Lord of all the earth

Has walked with me today

To forgive my sin

Renew my Hope

And give me Life

Teach me His Truth

So I could learn His Way

Hope of Heaven

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I see myself at heaven’s door

I can hear its hinges creak

Around its frame a light shines out

As it opens before the King

 

What have you brought He asks

From the life you lived on earth?

Oh not a lot I sadly say

As I struggle to begin

Light at Night

Well, there were the mission’s trips

And every day I prayed

And regularly I read your word

And all the tithes I gave

 

When I stopped – he paused and gently said

That’s not why angels sing

Those were not from your deepest heart

But just temporary things

 

But the forgiveness you gave your parents

When their divorce left you alone

And the love you shared with strangers

When you opened up your home

And the tears of repentance that you wept

And your confession in the dark

These are the things that I truly treasure

And for these there is a crown