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
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