My heart aches, lost in the hustle and bustle of the day,
Surrounded by mundane tasks and I can't seem to get away.
Hidden gems are wanting and waiting to be found,
But their lack of self-worth doesn't fail to astound.
We have made them believe they are this way, beauty wasted away.
Lord, I confess that I sometimes forget I have purpose
And even though I am a mess,
You choose to refine me.
Every day is a battle, the enemy is
watching and ready,
But on my faithful Savior I hold my gaze steady.
Worth far more than rubies,
We are living stones.
Use us to build Your kingdom.
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