Precious
Oh, how we underestimate the small and simple,
the power of the heart of all God's people,
sometimes kept small, like a jewel in his box,
for safe keeping because it's too precious to always take out,
saving cherished moments for just the right time,
the ribbon on the present is finally untied,
like a child waiting to receive his gift,
patiently all year for his christmas wish,
loves finally opened to see,
the gift he gives..."you belong to me".
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2014
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