I may be no jewel in your crown,

Yet I am,

In someone’s.

To the Father I am a precious gem,

His child,

His treasure.

A jewel of many facets,

Represented,

In many crowns.

He who spoke Your Word,

Will wear

My jewel.

She who reached out her hand,

Has me,

In her crown.

You sneer, deride, despise me,

Not seeing

My value.

Yet I will decorate the crowns

Of those

Who cared.

Whom shall I wear in my crown ?

Who did I touch?

Who reach?

Will the crown I place at Your feet,

Have many jewels?

Or few?

Which of ‘my’ jewels, burn in hell,

Because I failed

Your love to tell?

Lord, may I reach to all

The jewels,

You planned for me.

May none of them be lost,

Through my

Ineptitude.

Lord, time is running out,

To reach

The lost.

I know not when You shall return,

I only know,

You will.

Let me be found submitted, Lord;

Your servant,

Your child.

© 15/4/02