Heart Full of Riches
Death's door
        opens in time
             for every man.
It matters not
        high or low, or
             rich or poor.
Its hinges creak,
       wide does it swing,
            the end it knocks.
And no thing
       will he carry
            past the sill,
But a heart
       full of riches
            in Him still.

Psalm 49

by J Alan R

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