My Precious Jewel
 

I’ve never been a gold digger,
But many times struck gold.
I’ve never cared for money much,
But always had enough to live,
And sometimes- even some to fold.

Possessions are necessities,
Yet nothing that I covert.
Ah! but  when I found my precious jewel,
I knew right then and there just how to love it.

The years have been so many now,
At times I lost my way.
Then all at once I see her smiling face,
The sun comes rushing out again,
She brings with her a brighter day.

The gifts that God has given me,
Too staggering to count.
But shining bright like Eiffel’s  eyes
My precious wife and loving jewel stands out.

FOR JULIE (Jewels)

Christian poetry by Geoffrey