The streets He walked were made of gold;
stepped down to dirt and stone.
That we might one day be with Him,
left angels round the throne.
The light of heaven came to us
with truth to light our way.
To any who believed in Him,
with Him they’d ever stay.
With Him to walk the streets of gold,
forever in His light;
then we the ones around His throne,
then we our God in sight.
Hunger and Thirst 
I find you interesting. A poet. A Writer. A businessman. A former football player. A hungry Christian. You certainly are a minority of one.
You forgot to mention that I am a grape nuts connoisseur – and yes I did have to look up the spelling.
I’m so blessed that you posted a poem again! yay! Thank you for putting something heavenly into my thoughts today!
The first line came to me about 6 weeks ago and I never could think of the next. But it started stirring again and between me working on it and asking God to give me the rest of the words – I figured since He started it He must surely have the rest of it already figured out – we finally hammered it out.
I especially like the last few lines. Glad you did as well.
Gotta admire a man who can write poetry. Good job, Mike.