I found a treasure shining bright
Among the rocks and weeds
Not of gold and jewels rare
But something born of seeds
In lowly places there it grew
It lifted its face to warmth of sun
And there upon the peaks and trails
I saw it beckon and began to run
Darkness did not overcome that glow
It shone anew as shining star
Through tossing waves and sliding sand
In sheltered valley or mountain far
A new day risen to setting sun and upon
Nights cool twinkle …I lifted my eyes
There now cradled in God’s great hand
Planted by One both pure and wise
I found a treasure shining bright
Discovered the gift of His great LOVE
* In loving memory of Ron Jeffries
The Still Small Voice 
beautiful tribute to your brother in law!!!
Diane Tucker
” When you run alone, its called a race……and when God runs with you, its called Grace.”
On Fri, Jan 17, 2020 at 8:05 PM The Still Small Voice wrote:
> forjustaweed posted: ” I found a treasure shining bright Among the rocks > and weeds Not of gold and jewels rare But something born of seeds In lowly > places there it grew It lifted its face to warmth of sun And there upon the > peaks and trails I saw it beckon and began to run Dar” >
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Thank you Diane 🤍
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