Somewhere among my treasures
A tiny bootie lies,
A shoe-lace bell and other things
Echo a baby’s cry.
Papers of colored numbers
With “S” and a “smiling face,”
Report cards, yellow now with age,
My young son’s brilliance trace.
I wonder what my Father keeps
In Heaven up above,
That says to Him some thing I did
To fill His heart with love?
Will He have any treasures
Of this, His earthly child?
Or will my spot be empty
No “treasure spot” allowed.
Oh, God Not empty handed
Don’t let me face You thus
Just once each day show me the way
To keep Your love and trust -
A spoken word, a smile, a deed,
In Your sweet name to render,
To grace the crown I’ll give to You
When we reach Heaven’s splendor
