For Where Your Treasure Is

I have no store of treasures, Lord,

And yet my wealth is great.

Fame may never cross my path.

But I can’t curse my fate

For silver starlight fills my skies,

Diamonds glint in the seas

And I count myself wealthiest

When gold sings in my trees.

My wealth lies in the world you made,

In all the little things.

My wealth lies in your boundless love

And all that your grace brings.

Matthew 8: 20-21

20 But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.