We often speak of heaven
As a place with streets of gold,
And think that we’re describing it
In an illustration, bold,
Imagining that such a place
Must be fabulous indeed,
If earth’s most precious metal
Is mere pavement – so decreed.
Forgetting that the real wealth,
Which the Lord has up there,
Are the precious transformed lives
Who’ve arrived there from here.
For if one soul is worth more
Than the combined wealth of earth,
Redeemed souls from every race
Make golden streets of small worth.
– eab, 5/28/07
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