To Be A Precious Stone
When an oyster gets a little bit of grit inside it’s shell,
It works hard to fix the problem, it knows quite well
That self pity will not help or having a moan or two,
Just keep on working hard till the problem is through.
The oyster makes a pearl, through his efforts and pain,
What happens when we are sad, do we smile again?
Or do we grouse and grumble feeling rather bad?
Then seeing others suffer are we really kind of glad?
I want to be a diamond, or a ruby or other precious stone
But if I am unwilling to take pressure quietly and alone,
I’ll not stand the refiners fire, just burn up like some coal,
Please Lord, give me the strength now a diamond is my goal.
I will take the pressures with a happy, cheerful smile,
I will not grumble if I am asked to go that extra mile.
I will do my callings and be totally committed to thee,
So I will be a precious stone that will last through eternity.
M. Ann Margetson
© October 2, 2000
2000/Tobea
Tags: Spirituality, Wisdom