TREASURES

Beneath the hot and scorching sun,

I worked and slaved my life away,

And like a squirrel awaiting winter;

I'd put away some pay.

But like water placed within a hole;

The savings soon all leaked away.

 Beneath the hot and scorching sun;

I one day reached to touch the son.

Treasures stored the world can't touch;

Ones for Jesus; saved souls and such.

Storing only now treasures in heaven;

The only ones the world can't threaten.