The Real Thing 💍
There may be those fake diamonds
That sparkle, that shine
As bright as fire itself.
But real diamonds always have those telltale tiny microscopic flaws
That only the Jeweler knows so well.
But He won’t put them on a shelf.
Those diamonds who through pressure and pain
Have finally died to sin and self.
They are perfectly imperfect
For the Master Jeweler’s use
Those imperfect perfect ones
With the love of God so profuse.
The real thing has the Master’s bling
Shining thru its flaws
Because the real thing will live and die for the Master’s brilliant cause.