The Treasure Chest

There is a treasure chest
Kept above the clouds
Which refuses the pilfer
daily stress would allow

Within this chest 
Clear crystals were formed
Collected from tears 
Brought on by cruel scorn

Lodged close to the bottom
Many gold coins abound
Purified in the furnace
Aimed to dissolve
All traces of dross
Found in the soul

Superseding all gems
A pearl of great price
Nestles on top
Bought by the soul
With all that it owned

The treasure is safe
Kept for the day
When hope is made sight
The cup overflows
Surpassed by the presence
To whom we belong

Biography:
Annette Menier is a retired elementary school teacher. She taught in the public school system. The greatest blessing in her life has been GOD’s saving grace. She has enjoyed her acceptance into His family and His patience in conforming her to the image of Christ. She likes to garden, read, and take long walks. Almost all her inspiration for writing comes from the bible. She wants to exalt her triune GOD with pen and paper.