Poetry - The Treasure Box - by Randy Nelsen

 The Treasure Box

by Randy Nelsen

I had a Treasure Box

Filled with Silver, Pearls, and Gold

I Had a Treasure Box

My Hands would often Hold

I liked to watch it sparkle

 I held it in the Light

I held it in the morning

 It even sparkled in the Night

Then one day I Found

My Horror and Dismay

My Treasure box had turned to Rust

My Joy to Ash and Gray

How could this ever happen?

I asked myself that day

And then I heard a still small voice

A Voice not far Away

My Son your treasure Box is Rust

It lasts just for a Day

Its worth is made of  crumbling rust

 Its sparkle fades away

My son I have a Treasure

There is no hidden fee

There is no cost

The price is paid

My gift I Give for Free

What is this Treasure Box?

I heard my own voice say

What is this Priceless Treasure that never fades Away?

Listen To My Word

My Son

And you shall know The Way

Jesus is the Treasure

That will never fade away

He was sent down from above

So the Blind may Truly See

Once a Captive Treasure Box

Your Heart has been set Free