God gives uncut diamonds into our hands,
Offering the best that He can sand.
Rough edges, raw wedges, uncouth dredges they maybe,
Handled with love, chiseled with care, scintillating pieces they’ll turn to be!

Every child is His true gift of love,
Given freely to a murky world.
Sweet tokens of His pleasant favor
Ever unworthy we’re to even claim.

Innocent but we cast them aside,
Shoving them on the rubbish heap!
Sovereign gold crafted with grace
Oh what preciousness we constantly waste!

Treasures bestowed just at our feet
Stewards we must be to earn our keep.
Woe to the ones who trample them down
Wicked to the core, I shudder at their doom!

*As usual wrote a long one and then cut it down to size. The original is given below!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Roger Bultot

God gives uncut diamonds into our hands,
One, two or even three, the best that He can sand.
Rough edges, raw wedges, uncouth dredges they seem to be,
Handled with love, chiseled with care, scintillating pieces they turn out to be!

EACH and every child is His gift of love
Sent to show His care to a fallen world.
Tokens of favor communicating a word of faith
Sovereigns of pure gold crafted in exquisite mould!

Messengers of purity sent by His grace,
Waters of life flowing crystal and clear
Stars of hope, lamps of light, they brighten a dark day
Flowers of beauty, fragrance of heaven, they cover the stench of sin!

Innocent though they be, we cast them aside
Throwing them often on the rubbish heap!
Travelling afar not knowing what they’ll meet
Oh what preciousness we waste in hasty takes!

Treasures they are given into our keep
Stewards we must be and handle with care.
Woe to the ones who trample them unseen
What will their fate be only He can share!

© Sabina Tagore Immanuel