Revealed Values Poem by Burt Poole

How crude the rock that holds the gem,
Unpolished, dull, and dead.
How valueless the stone appears in its
Cold and vault-like bed,
Till comes the miner in his quest for
Jewels yet unfound,
To dig the earth and from its dearth
Draw gems for ring and crown.
The miner knew its value while others
Cursed its state,
And paid the price in strength and sweat
Now bright the jewels fate.

How vile the form that hold man’s soul,
Depraved by sin and lost,
How needless for the Master’s cause—
On worldly seas it’s tossed.
Till comes the Savior as He seeks the
One, by choice, unfound,
To break the yoke of sin and shame—
A jewel for His crown.
The Lord had known its value long before
Man knew its good,
For His love is everlasting, He redeemed
It with His blood.

Oh Emerald Isle so matchless, as we
Look at hill and shore,
We see thy graceful beauties and we
Long to know Thee more.
For we feel that deep encrusted ‘neath
The surface song and smile
Is a cry for lasting values changing
Not with mode and style.
The Lord sure knows your value, though
Some say the gem shines not,
And He’s anxious to redeem thee—
Every facet, every spot.