A barren field, wisps of grass, Infertile, hard, forgotten soil, Parched, barren, dusty ash, Are all I survey here. I lean into the emptiness, Wind keening past my ears. Who’d search for hidden treasure In such an empty place Where all seems desolation And broken empty space? Who’d choose this place for living Or look here for God’s grace? But dig beneath the surface Of flinty stone and dust, You’ll find the hidden treasure Of humility and trust, A smile so sweet that warms your soul-- We have found the jewel. It’s not for easy digging Or casual observers. The gem that’s birthed by suffering Needs patience, heart, and fire. Endurance too, and eyes that see The secret soul’s desire.
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This is beautiful!
Thank you! It was a song, but a little out of tune...