In heaven, storing up the treasures for ourselves
Where moths and vermin cannot destroy,
And we never worry about if thieves
Break in. We can live the life in full of joy.
In short span when living on the earth with bear hands
By the sunlight, God\'s feeding us in every morn.
And He\'s sending timely rains on this lands,
And it\'s full, the grains of rice and corn.
Never worry about tomorrow, prithee,
Smooth out the creases on thy middle of the forehead,
God\'ll prepare morrow\'s manna for thee,
Sing and not grumble today, thy cheap bread.
No pockets on the clothes thou wearing when leaving
Off and no two way ATM between the heaven
And earth, but in land unidirectionally storing
And thou canst only withdraw the bank in heaven.
(Matthew 6: 19)