With gold may the things I see be blushed,
My heart in turmoil then be hushed,
All that transpires from day to day,
As guides and patterns along the way,
That leads me home one day with Thee.
With gold may the things I see remind,
That I the truth of life may find,
No matter what is of value here,
Compared to Thee I’ll not hold dear,
That I may be home one day with Thee.
For when the silver cord shall break,
And I my final rest shall take,
‘Tis with the golden sunset hues,
That by Thy holiness I’ll be infused,
Forever to dwell at home with Thee.
Deane Wassink, April, 2001