Everyone has a treaure box
Stored with the things they love.
Mine is stacked high with the Word of God
And protected by The Dove.
No one can steal my treasure box
Or the treasure stored within...
I keep a special verse up front
To ward off any type of sin.
Of course, we will be tempted
Just as long as we abide
In these clay-filled earthen bodies.
That fact cannot be denied.
But we can fight off temptation
The same way Jesus did...
He quoted from the Word of God
And the Word did as was bid.
The Lord, in His humanity,
Depended on the Holy Ghost.
Much the same as we do now...
That power's still inforced.
We're not to lay up treasures here
Where moth and rust destroy...
But send our treasures to the Throne...
Where we are set to soon enjoy
An eternity of pleasures
Our imagination cannot grasp...
For what God has planned for those he loves
Would cause us all to gasp.
How beautiful are Words of Christ...
The ones embossed in red...
To represent the Savior's heart
And the Precious Blood He shed.
Sweet Jesus is my treasure
And He is my treasure box...
He's stored within the heart of me
And He doesn't require locks.
Doris Jacobs-Covington
June 1, 2019
~~ Dedicated to Joan~~
~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~
This poem was inspired by a post on facebook.
My longtime Christian friend, Joan Quick, from
Albuquerque, N. M. wrote about a Treasure Box... and I grabbed that.
Mark 10:21
Looking at him, Jesus felt a love for him and said to him, "One thing you lack
: go and sell all you possess and give to the poor, and you will have treasure
in heaven; and come, follow Me."
Proverbs 16:8
Better is a little with righteousness Than great income with injustice
