Precious Sons of Gold

More precious than expensive gem,

More precious than many other men.

More precious than a gift of old

E'en more precious than the purest gold.

Oh Lord in heaven,

The mighty works of Your hands

Are seen in the Masterful work

Of Your creation.

We are the clay,

You are the Potter

Forming a people

From every nation.

So fragile the pots

Your mastery crafts,

But never would You 

Break them.

Instead you hold them 

In Your arms,

Never to forsake them.

Fashioned like a golden crown,

A Royal Diadem.

Clothed in garments 

All divine -

A precious ruby gem.

Apple of Your caring eye,

Held in eternal arms.

Great Shepherd of Your

Wandering sheep -

They cannot come to harm.

A Shield and Fortress will You be,

As darkness surrounds Your Bride?

The gates of hell will not prevail,

Nor man's most arrogant pride.

© Carolyn Davison 4th August 2015

I opened my Bible and it fell onto Lamentations, so this poem is loosely based on Lamentations 4:2