Before us, to The Prize, unclaimed
Faith fixes humble eyes
Where Hope will never make ashamed
And God’s Truth never lies
The barrier twixt here and there
Is not an easy climb
Where warriors don Word and prayer
To carry them through Time
Because the fortunes that we see
Are nothing more than dust
And loving it is enmity
To God, in whom we trust
Who was before the world began
Who evermore will be
Who fathered mercy’s precious plan
For lost humanity
Then Lord, forbid that we forget
But rather, fix our eyes
Upon the Everlasting Yet
Of love’s eternal Prize
© Janet Martin
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth,
where moth and rust destroy
and thieves break in and steal.
but rather, lay up for yourselves treasure in heaven
where neither moth or rust destroys and where
thieves do not break in and steal.
For where your treasure,
there will your heart be also.
Matthew 6:19-21
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