Her Treasure

For mold - too new,

For rust - too dry,

For moths to fly

And for men to climb, well -

These hills are too high.

For nights, a light,

For most - too white.

For thieves, a sight

Too bright for us to steal,

But for her - so right.

For her treasure,

Her heart,

Is for heaven.

For Love is sure,

Her heart

Is for heaven.

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For Grace and her girlfriends

“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."

(Matthew 6:19-21 ESV)