I pan for spiritual gold
misleading stones and rocks
I quickly and spiritually cast off
I let the muddy waters wash
dirt and gravel and clay
then pour the offal away
what is left- nuggets and dust
I quickly and thoroughly assay
for wealth I build in heaven
but there is always more to do
I want and need to share my wealth
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