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Pearl of Great Price by Patricia Joan Polhans I have no precious gift to give None designed for a noble king, Not a voice to serenade him For I have no voice to sing. I have no special talent That I could perform for him Just tattered worn out rags That I have been dressed in. I have no musical abilities To play before his throne I don't even have a friend For I've walked my days alone. I've searched thru' my belongings But none are good enough To present to a noble king All I have is broken, tattered stuff. My clothes are torn and tattered, My countenance very poor As others look upon me They turn their heads 'n' just ignore. But I must go before the king Before the 'Great Magistrate' But I can't find a special gift To bring to his Golden Gates. I have nothing to offer him But anxiety, pain and scars And within my broken body Wounds that've left me marred. What if he doesn't want me? What if he turns me aside? This could be my only chance To be at the Great King's side! Now I stand before the throne With many, many others Moms, dads, aunts and uncles And many sisters and brothers. The king is now approaching As I hang my head in shame I feel so very embarrassed I hope he doesn't know my name. For only the most precious jewels Are selected by the Great King, Those adorned in fine linens And wearing gold signet rings. My heart started to race as The King began to speak With a smile upon his face he said You're the one that I seek. I could hardly believe my ears! That the King had chosen me! He said, "Come to me my child Please come, I've room for thee." My heart was filled with exubrence The tears rolled down my cheeks "My child, please come to me And sit down at your King's feet." He dressed me in fine new linen Gave me a robe of spark'ling white Sat a gold crown upon my head Each jewel placed with great delight. He showed how much he loved me Though it was a shocking surprise He said that I was his anointed, His precious pearl of great price! |
Please contact Patricia Joan Polhans at "polhanspatricia@yahoo.com" to request permission to use this poem.