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What am I worth?

April 12, 2018

 

 

 

Made from dust and to dust we return,

Everything we have and hold is fragile, we learn                 

What loves us today doesn't do so tomorrow

The next hour, the next minute or whatever time we borrow

 

So, what then truly is our worth?

Do we pass through this life with no relevance on earth?

Are we like this sad poem with no real joy to exude

I need to stop writing, I really should!

 

I saw a shelf of collectibles, the things I collect

I sat there silently: speckled and bedecked,

Figurines, art, and things of great worth

Oh, do I mean anything at all, on this earth?

 

It was then that I was told of a library so great

With shelves that ran from pillar to gate

Filled with rows upon rows of books and jars

In many different sizes, sparkling like stars

 

I stepped closer to take a look, 

Expecting to read out of the crystal book

Something of great value and tremendous delight,

Instead I read something that glazed my sight.

 

I read that the jars contained the tears

Of all God's sons and daughters so dear

Inscribed in the book were the words so clear,

"My child, you are precious and so very dear...

 

I even collect your tears, though it breaks my heart

But they have a purpose to soften your heart

The seeds I have planted, will rise and grow

And soon you will rejoice and overflow.

 

You are My purpose, My joy and delight

Every part of you has a purpose, a plan, an insight!

So purposefully walk My way

And remember, you are Mine every day."

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