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.
