We were all made as crystals from God,
But we fall into the ground covered by muck,
Over time the dirt sticks to us,
And we lose are natural gleam.
Until the day a child finds us and picks us up,
As high from the dirt as we’ve ever been.
He takes us home and polishes us,
And gives us back are shine.
Then we illuminate the dark
And shine for an eternity.
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