Treasure

We have been given jewels for His bride.
Pearls and gold and silver,
Bright diamonds and sapphires
Crowns, pendants, bracelets and rings.

What are we to do with them?
Take them from town to town...
City to city...
Cross the seas and hold them up high....
That all could see what and to whom the Groom has entrusted....?

And how the people sigh and swoon
“What you have been given is so very beautiful”
“Awesome, incredible, anointed”
“Such treasure, such gifts”

Our posters and websites confirming our place
Extolling the virtues of the treasure we hold
Making aware our privileged role
As the keepers of the jewels

We polish and clean
Making them shine and watching them gleam
So many will marvel at the riches He gave
As we delight in the beauty of silver and gold

Yet woe to us who hold on to those gifts
Who parade them as if they meant for ourselves
Who hawk them around like they’re cheap plastic junk
And bask in their shining, reflective glow

Yet they are not ours and never were
We were only given a single task
To adorn His bride with diamonds and pearls
Letting her shine, watching Him smile