Somewhere among my treasures
A tiny bootie lies -
A shoe-lace bell and other things
Echo a babyís cry.
Papers of colored numbers
With "S" and a "smiling face"-
Report cards - yellow now with age -
My young sonís 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!
Donít 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 Iíll give to You
When I reach Heavenís splendor!
Joan Clifton Costner