HEAVEN’S WORTH

 

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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Here OR There

The next time you check, your checking account,

You smile with delight – what a fine amount,

Or you frown, disappointed at the low count,

Remember, it all stays here.

 

The next time you survey all the surveyor agrees,

Is yours to do with just as you please,

You’ve paid all taxes, paid on fees,

Remember, it all stays here.

 

The next time you sail on your sleek sailboat,

Your wind in your hair, a sea song in your throat,

Taper the glee, turn down the wild sailor’s gloat,

Remember, it all stays here.

 

The next time you climb into your favorite, fast car,

Or the other one that can travel on one gallon, so far,

Or the third that you polish and clean the least mar,

Remember, it all stays here. 

 

“Here” is the place for toys great, medium, or small.

“Here” is the arena for games of chance or of ball.

“Here” is the land for buildings spacious and tall.

‘Here” is were all the above stay.

 

There is, Thank God, beyond the blue clear.

Where the folly of all we’ve held so dear

Will fully, honestly, in cheapness appear,

And life there is one grand, glorious Day.

 

There is a place where streets are made of gold.

A land where bodies and souls are never sold.     
The hope of the holy and at the same time, bold.

The road to such serenity is called the “Narrow Way.”

 

Release your hold on fleeting toys of this short life.

Give in to God, give help to men, stop selfish strife.

Take your children, your siblings, your noble wife.

“You must be born again” and friend, you also may!  – eab, 3/25/08

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God – Heaven’s TRUE Attraction!

Is heaven’s main attraction its streets of purest gold?

Do you want to see it, see about what you’ve been told?

Do gates of pearl attract you – do they demand your thought?

Do heaven’s “beauties” call you, more than they really ought?

 

Does heaven beckon you more because of Mom or Dad?

You think seeing them again will make your heart so glad,

Or (sorry that you suffered) you have a child up there,

You’re attracted to heaven because of your child, fair.

 

Is heaven, the real heaven, the place you want to be?

Or just an alternative from where you wish to flee?

(No one in his right mind, desires to go down below,

Given a third choice, you’d choose it, you honestly know.)

 

Many would like a heaven, absent Almighty God.

They’ve never really loved Him, never sought His kind nod,

As one might like the mansion on yonder hilly dome,

Enjoy it to the full – if the owner was not home.

 

Like his mansion? Oh, yes. Like the owner? Well – – – not much.

He seems too demanding about debt, and dirt, and such.

And like-wise some would take heaven – if it had no God.

They think they’d like His mansion, but find Him cold and odd.

 

They want a carnal heaven, where they would have no pain.

They’d like a safe city, without fear of being slain.

They want to miss hot hell, though they’ve sown their share of oats,

They grasp for what God has, but they never “shared their coats.”

 

If your view of heaven involves only a gold street,

Do you just want to go for the loved one you would meet?

Stop! Your wicked view of heaven needs to change right now!

God is King there, all who enter will lovingly bow.

 

He’s willing to share, share His mansion with one and all

Who reciprocate His love, upon Him daily call.

The glimpses of heaven are befitting our great King

Up there “Holy, Holy” is cried, up there angels sing.

 

Gold, pearl are but sidelights to the Presence we will see.

Heaven is a place of worship – for eternity.   – eab, 3/26/07

 

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Christ Comes

He came before, as promised of old.

Christ came before as prophets had told.

He came, knowing He would be “sold”

But He came to break sin’s hold!

 

He’ll come again as a King, bold.

Christ will come from streets of gold.

He’ll come again His faithful to enfold.

Oh, be hot, my Friend, not warm or cold.

 

His coming may not your chart uphold.

Christ’s coming may not fit our small mold.

His return may not be (as thought) “two-fold”

But He comes Friend.  Be ready to behold.

 

Read the Book; make it your stronghold.

Do not this poor prophecy rhyme scold.

Reading helps to remove the blindfold.

Some charts border on the over-bold.  – eab, 3/17/08

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