Heart of Gold

The refining pot is for silver and the furnace for gold, But the Lord tests hearts.

Proverbs 17:3

When streets of gold long linger,
past twines of darken thick timber
laden with purity of fallen snow,
it’s there my soul will anxiously
wait the blessed eternal Temple.

Golden are the streets of Heaven;
here only moments of eternal joy.
Earthly trials will be over-shadowed:
all sin, all sorrow and all suffering.
Lord sees the heart, in winter’s chill.

When streets of gold long linger,
twilight tucked away like child
swaddled in mother’s loving arms,
our gracious Savior still is waiting;
no greater joy to warm an icy heart.

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