Heaven's Gold

The heavenly economy

Is of another currency

While dollars buy autonomy

The coinage of eternity

Similar to bills we've printed

Gains its worth from rarity

In earth-renewed, will not be minted

Nor received through charity

The rarest thing will be our tears

Our struggles, pain, and suffering

So short compared with ceaseless years

For now I am discovering

The moments then worth more than gold

Are stories here of ache and woe

We feebly take His hand to hold

While weakness lasts, before we go

To be forever with the Lord

Our little time can now be spent

Receiving what we can't afford

Through trials in this earthly tent