Gold of course can't rust, and that vivid paradox, an image of the power of God's judgment, gave rise to this piece. We are challenged and invited to trust God rather than our wealth or ourselves. A colorful short anthem evocative of African choral singing, with a questioning text by Richard Leach. Text Hands are holding rust, that had been precious gold. Hands hold ragged thread, that had been costly clothes.
Eyes behold a grave, where even rulers end.
Yet there is a heart, where all worth is held, giving loss no part. Never bought or sold, the holy love that chose human life to mend. All shall be made well. Richard Leach, 1994. All rights reserved.