The kids had a writing assignment today to write a poem of at least twelve lines about gold.
Dear Jesus, as I lay,
it is not gold for which I pray.
It is not rubies with their brilliant luster,
nor silver in its beautiful clusters.
It is not emerald with its beautiful green.
And God I really don't want to be mean.
But wisdom is worth more than gold.
Gold it has a shimmer and shine,
but wisdom is perfect; I wish it were mine.
Wisdom is beyond all riches.
People who ask for money are witches.
So please, God, as I lay,
give me more patience and wisdom day by day.
Gold I mine,
Gold is fine,
Gold could be my valentine.