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 something 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 I reach Heaven’s splendor!
 

Joan Clifton Costner