The Bank In Heaven

Kinsley Lee


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) 

  • Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2023 05:06
  • Category: Religion
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  • orchidee

    Good write K.

    • Kinsley Lee

      Hi! Thank you for your kind comments. Wish your happiness. BR. Kinsley

    • Prayerwife

      So true! 🎶 🆙 🎶

      • Kinsley Lee

        Hi! Thank you for your visiting and comments. Have a nice day! BR. Kinsley



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