My Gold Stash

I know, O God, where all the gold is stashed,
not in some billions stored up in the banks,
not where the stars and athletes’ checks are cashed,
not in an army’s rifles, planes and tanks.

These only last a moment and they’re gone,
I want a bank account that thieves can’t steal,
a place my checks forever can be drawn,
where moth won’t eat, nor rust corrode for real.

I’m told this golden bank’s in heaven someplace,
yet there is where I only bank in part,
the gold I store above is God’s good grace,
but here I treasure Jesus in my heart.

The chest I stash my gold that’s strong and true
is in my heart full, Lord, of love with You.

by Pete Voelz 8/20/13
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