The Precious Marble - Deial Johnson He saw that marble roll into the garbage pile It was his favourite one “He is too busy” the marble thought, But He said, “Come back, my dear child.” The marble heard and turned around And looked at the other marbles And seeing them all busy She became rather dull. She turned around again Rolling further into the pile Little did she know, to Him She was the apple of His eye. “Come back, my precious one” the voice called out again, But to her, even thr idea of turning around Seemed quite insane. “There’s no one over there looking for me” Thought the little marble, “Maybe I’m meant to be alone - Alone in my shiny bubble.” But He got up and picked her up, dusted her and kept her close, He said, “You are loved, important, and cared for; Its you I love the most.” The other marbles then looked around And sought for the missing marble, Then found her beside Him And through her th
