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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