gold/my favourite things

gold

I hear the streets
of heaven
are paved
with it.

here
it is
some men's pockets
some churches
some rich people's homes

when I walked my trails
for many days now
the gold
did fall
from heaven
and rich was I...
my path before me
paved deep in the lustrous colour
that makes some people
thieves

rich was I
the air fresh and deep
with Autumn's mystery
like that of heaven
all shut up
until that day
when we will walk
those glory streets

and when we do
we might just find that it is Autumn there
and the gold the same
we walk through now
the glory all around us
the brightness
the sweet aroma
the peace
the abundant joy
for all the beauty

And God said
it was good

when I get to heaven
and walk those streets of gold
will it be with thieves who line their pockets
or with those whose eyes do see His Glory
and say...
it is good

our
God
is
good

I hear the streets of heaven
are
paved
with
gold

my favourite things