Diamond In Gold


Blemished and tarnished
She was made from dust.
He gave a promise
She gave her trust

And His words could cut her so deeply
And at times He would seem so cold.

He's making her into a Diamond in Gold.

She asks,
What is He making?
All the time that its taking
She is not seeing
It's His reason of being
Still she keeps yielding
She's in His control,

As He continues to make a Diamond in Gold.

He mentions of a token
Then more words fitly spoken 
Make her cry, He cannot lie.
His hands of compassion
Polish the tears from her eyes
Then tells her why

For He says that the struggles are over
And He vows to have and to hold

He's made her into a Diamond in Gold.

He came as her Saviour
With unmerited favor
The Grace that He gave her
Is how He finally made her

She looks in His eyes 
and now understands,

The Diamond in Gold that He made
He slips on her hand.


13.November.2005