Treasure of Heaven

Treasure of Heaven
There was a wretch who on his deathbed
Thanked the Lord for the gifts He'd been blessed
A makeshift home, just enough money
Living on water, bread and honey.

He knew he didn't have a handsome face
And was lacking both in style and grace
But glancing into a looking glass
He saw a child of God looking back.

His body he clothed in hand-me-downs
He wore them with pride around the town
Strangers would share all that they could spare
Joys come down on the wings of prayer.

He knew the precious gift of true love
A hand to hold was God's hand above
He who had found him shelter and peace
From uproar of life's iniquity.

He had a smile for all folk he met
No fear or unguarded circumspect
To Christ he extended out his reach
In gestures needing no words to speak.

God loved this gentle lamb of a man
Watched over him as a shepherd can
Warmed his heart from a spark to a flame
Saw he'd not hunger or thirst again. 

The Lord heard his final, humble praise
To heaven this lowly soul was raised
Eternal life it was God's pleasure
To grant upon this lowly treasure.
2nd April 2021

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