THE PRECIOUS

In a river so wide

Beneath the water so deep

There lay the precious

Among other beds of bead

 

Which some didn’t see

Some saw but didn’t believe

Some owned but didn’t hold

Some held and made gold

 

It’s filled with good

But not the only good

When all good is gone

It’ll stay as the only one

 

In the journey of life

We never search for it

We know where it is

When it is needed and when to use

Inside the treasure box buried

It’ll lighten all when revealed

 

When held and believed

It flickers its light

But only when it’s dark

Like the stars that shone at night

 

When it gives the ray

It glows around you

Reflecting on what you looked for

Showing you got it at last

 

Time leads to it, time holds to it

Time makes it grow, time makes it fade

This is everyone’s precious

The precious seed of ‘Hope’