What Sort of Trust Clings to the Dust?

Heaven Is Their Reward

A Song by Edward Waters
(Copyright © July 1987)

A scholar came to Christ and said,
'I'll follow You, Teacher,
Wherever You may go!'
Jesus looked on his face, and, after a space,
He said, 'I would have you know:
Foxes have holes, birds have their nests,
But I Myself have no place to rest. [1]
If you'd be Mine, you too must find
All that you need in Me.'

On another day a lad possessed of wealth and power
Came seeking life that would never end.
From his earliest day God's word he'd obeyed
In regard to his fellow man.
Jesus saw in his heart, though he'd made a good start,
Still he'd not learned to love the Things Above.
He said, 'To live evermore, give your wealth to the poor
And then come and follow Me.' [2]

Bless'd are those with a spirit of poverty,
Those who love not the things of the earth.
The kingdom of heaven is their reward, [3]
A treasure of higher worth!

It's a wondrous truth that we are saved, not by works,
But by grace where in faith we stand. [4]
Oh, but what sort of trust clings to the dust
When the Kingdom's so close at hand?
If I really believe, then to Him I will cleave;
For I've learned of His love and heard His call.
All to Thee, my blessed Saviour,
I surrender all!

Bless'd are those with a spirit of poverty,
Those who love not the things of the earth.
The kingdom of heaven is their reward,
A treasure of higher worth!

Love not the things of the earth!
Seek the treasure of higher worth!


[1] Matthew 8.19-20 [2] Mark 10.17-21
[3] Matthew 5.3 [4] Ephesians 2.8-9