A Golden Chest
In all my endeavours, I am aligned to the Lord...
For to do good, I must feast on my sword.
Your taste of cuisine, may differ from mine...
But in my pursuit of the King, I cannot be unkind.
All that I do, I am naked as a tree...
For the God who sees, has His eyes on me.
The sands of time, though falling by a speck..
Will soon be turned, even in my neglect.
As I walk, upon the road..
Upon my back, I carry a heavy load.
To love the unlovable and touch their heart...
Takes much more, than reading a chart.
I rise up each day, with an offering of praise...
To give my first fruits, to the One who was raised.
In giving Him my day, I know it is well..
For without Jesus first, I am doomed for hell.
On fields of grass, I often lay my head..
For in the presence of the Lord, I must make my bed.
As I store up my treasures, in a golden chest..
I know in my heart, I will find my rest.
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