The Infinite Worth #1134

The Infinite Worth In the realm where stars and souls align, God gazes upon the earth, His divine design. Each heart a precious gem, each spirit a song, To Him, every soul to heaven belongs. Jesus walked the dusty roads, His mission clear and bright, Teaching through stories told by firelight— A sheep astray in the wilderness vast, A coin lost where shadows are cast. A son who left, his heart gone cold, Then returned to the fold, his story retold. Each tale a thread in the tapestry grand, Weaving the worth of each by His hand. These parables whisper of relentless pursuit, Of a shepherd's resolve, a love absolute. For in God's eyes, we are the treasure, Our return, His joy beyond measure. Let this poem be a beacon, a gentle guide, To see ourselves through His eyes, wide with pride. Every soul is a story, a sacred flame, In the infinite worth of His holy name. Written by Steven G. Lee (May 2, 2024)