The Master Jeweler

The Master Jeweler

by: Susan Y Nikitenko

2009

I am a precious jewel;

In my Saviors sight.

Once a stone, within the ground;

Shining now, in His light.

I was dead, hid from sight;

Love, it dug me out.

When my night was brought to light;

Angels praised and jumped about.

I am special in His hand;

A diamond, dingy, dark and dim,

And He is busy molding me;

Into a perfect, Holy Gem.

In this world of dirt and rock;

There lies hidden treasures, lost.

Busy now, He looks for them;

He bought them at the cross.

While He chips your dross away;

With pressure, in the fire.

Remember, He’s the master jeweler;

Your beauty, His desire.

So put yourself, in His hands;

And take His change, as love.

When others see you shining;

They’ll trust in Him, above.

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There Is A Place

There Is A Place

There is a place that's wonderful;
Too wonderful to tell.
A place that is so glorious;
Where angels live and dwell.

Where happiness forever reigns;
No death forevermore.
Where Rubies, diamonds, precious stones;
Could decorate the floor.

There is no darkness in the sky;
No tears will fill the eye.
The songs will be sung joyfully;
No one will want to cry.

Amazing things will happen there;
Every single day.
No tongue will ever crush a soul[
Nor steal their life away.

No child will ever hunger there;
No pain will take control.
The crippled there will walk again;
Each broken heart made whole.

A golden street will lead the way;
To homes He has prepared.
Forever we will worship him;
Praise Him because He cares.

In heaven we will see His scars;
And fully comprehend.
The magnitude of what He did;
When He died for our sin.

His precious blood was shed for us;
His hands nailed to the cross.
His temples wounded with great thorns;
 His mother suffered loss .

His feet were pounded with the nail;
His mouth was torn and dry.
But yet with a heart of real love;
"Father forgive them!", was His cry.

In heaven we will see His scars;
And fully understand.
Like we've never understood before;
When we behold those hands.

We will love like we've never loved;
His joy will fill each word.
And when we look upon His face;
True worship will be heard.

In heaven we will see His scars;
And fully comprehend.
exactly what He did for us;
And what it did to Him.

Susan Y Nikitenko

February 9th, 2012