Diamonds

To the children of stone,

Who are you to think you’re alone?

Though I placed you in the deeps,

You are the coal I keep.

Black as pitch with no light,

Yet you think it’s you I smite.

The pressure and the heat,

Prideful, you think you can beat.

They are what I propose to do,

For I am the fire that refines you.

I’ve pulled you from the slough,

from the filth and the rough.

Burn like coal, oh, child of old.

Will you be refined like gold?

No, neither like copper nor silver smelt,

Nor like iron into steel, to bind and belt.

Though the coal burns on the outside,

I make you a jewel worthy of my bride.

Unbreakable purity and true,

Steadfast love from me to you.

Polish and cut, every facet I grind,

In a setting of gold, you I will bind.

Look not at the dark all around,

From within, so the light will be found.

Flawless, a gem, though still woven in,

A captured reminder, the coal of sin.

It has no power anymore,

and now I place you at my door.

A beacon, a light, a diamond from coal,

Never to return, a brand new soul.

I didn’t make you only to reflect but to transpire,

Given to sisters and brothers, you’re to inspire.

Be a light for all that is lost,

For the scattered, I’ve paid so great a cost.

Show them what I can do.

Take the old and make it new.

Call them from the barren bleak,

Remind them first, me to seek.