A Crock Of Gold


A Crock Of Gold
By Tom D Blakely

 A little child once read a book
About a rainbow and a crock of gold.
Such dreams and plans formed in his mind
As on the promise his heart was sold.

Most things he tried as time went by
To find a treasure that would please,
But like a bubble to the touch
All earthly store was just a tease.

Outward wealth surrounded him
But inside, empty still he felt,
And so much poorer than the child
Who had such hopes and dreams unspoilt.

Whilst looking through his childhood things
He found a Bible he once was given,
And there at last he found in Christ
His crock of gold, and way to heaven.




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