TRUE WORTH


A beautiful jewel? I don’t think so!
Not me, Lord, certainly not me!
I have no earthly value;
My outer "shell" leaves much to be desired;
I have rough edges, cracks and scars;
My color is dull, I’ve lost my sheen;
Beautiful, Lord? No!
Not much to look at;
No high price would be paid for me.

Oh, my precious, lovely treasure,
You are My pride and joy!
I do not see the scars;
I see mine I bore for you;
I do not see a dullened hue,
I see the vivid color of My blood shed for you.
I do not see a tattered shell,
I see the shell of My body
Laid in a tomb and raised anew for you;
I see the only part of you that will not wither
And blow away like sand on the shore.
The rest does not matter!
You are beautiful to Me!
For the real jewel,
The precious, priceless stone
Of eternal value,
Lies far beneath the outer earthly crust,
Where no man can see,
No man can touch,
That is what I see.
That is all I am looking for.
And when you allow Me to form that stone
Into the precious, perfect jewel
I know only I can design,
You possess a worth with everlasting value
Far beyond any earthly measure!
And My seal is the only one that counts,
For I am the Jeweler,
And I paid a very high price for you--
Because I love you;
You are My priceless jewel,
And your worth lies in Me.

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