Priceless Poem

What’s worth more than rubies,
diamonds or gold,
And is worth just the same
whether brand new or old?
The value of which
man cannot control,
Though daily he tries
and makes it his goal.
Some, men try to elevate,
stand on a pole,
And others, they want to stomp
down in a hole.
But it’s actual cost,
so we’ve been told,
Was paid by a man
on a cross on a knoll.
It’s been bought by Jesus
and cannot be sold.
Into His arms He will
gently enfold,
So wonderful that onto it
tightly He holds,
And the love that He gives it
is a sight to behold.
Paid for with His life
-it is your priceless soul.

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