The Precious Marble

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 they saw nothing but Jesus. 

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This is a short poem to remind you that you will always feel incomplete as long as you look at others. Jesus is the best friend you want. hearing His voice, focusing on Him, and turning to Him will make your joy and peace complete. The more closer you get to Jesus, the others will see the reflection of Him through you. That is what increases your value <3 <3