A king’s treasure

When my eyes closed and I lay myself to sleep

And all my days worry in the Lord I lay it in heap

He has sent the angles to show, how much He cares for me

And when I open my eyes to the chirping birds in the morning

This I know, His grace has lay me still on my bed

And when I see the rising sun and the fields so green

People waking, people walking to the toil for the day

I can see a lonely space bound within my soul

As tears roll down, I know not why.
I hear a voice deep in me

Yet not mine but stronger still

The one who made me and the nature earth

Looks at me from his throne, to this child who lay still

With a crown of glory in His head

Majestic in His walk

With a royal diadem He walks to me

Holds me close, more than His crown in head

In royal diadem now no more seen

With a loving hug

He says to me

You are more than a crown and a royal diadem to me.

Author- Rencin Matthew.
Scripture reference for the poem taken from Isaiah 62:3.

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