My Gold, My Treasure

I store up treasures every day,
A wealth beyond value.
For each day when I rise from sleep
I catch a glimpse of You.
 
A butterfly, a summer bloom,
Sunrise across the lake,
Each one a gift You’ve given me,
A memory to take.
 
I may not have silver and gold,
But I have so much more.
I’m rich beyond any measure
Mankind can hoard or store.
 
For You give me a treasure trove
Of Your grace every day.
Your creation, a glimpse of You,
My treasure on display!
 
Acts 20:33
I coveted no one's silver or gold or apparel.