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an exquisite jewel so rare. Never had one so rich and pure been trusted to our care. She was our own, our precious jewel, lent to us by God, you see. She was His and now ours... Who else could care so tenderly? But the dear Master came one day our precious gem to take. "We cannot let her go," we cried, "our hearts will surely break!" God replied, "I've come for her to bear her up above; to deck My royal diadem. Dear ones, I come in Love. Forever where your treasure is, your heart will ever be and your jewel is safe above, although, for now, without thee." The Master said these words to us then gazed with mercy's look and in the midst of cries and sobs our precious gem He took. But though our grief on earth goes on and tears keep falling fast, we know, we know our treasure waits in Heaven safe at last. We will hold them in Heaven. And until we behold Him together, keep your eyes upon Jesus for He is the most precious sight our children's eyes now behold. |
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