by Randy Chambers, 1989-01-01
The street was paved with golden brick,
the sky was deepest blue.
The trees were filled with fruit and leaves,
the grass was fresh with dew.
I walked and gazed, as God displayed,
a creation made for me.
And saw my home of God's design,
for my eternity.
My house was not the biggest,
nor the smallest on the block.
but shared the view of chosen few,
built firmly on the rock.
For what I had been given,
I know that I was blessed.
But what would God have made for me,
if I'd only done my best?