Diamonds

Wow. After reading this poem by my gigantic-ly tall little brother, I was crying. It is so sweet and voices my feelings about Mr. Reindeer Shoes perfectly. : ) Enjoy!

Diamonds

There is gold in the hearts of the smallest hills,

There is life in these mountains that are never asleep,

Copious treasure you are finding there

As through life's journey you are mining deep.

 

Little persons in bloom,

Baby hair, tired feet;

Small but precious jewels

Riding in the back seat.

The car is not new,

This house may be rented,

But when white hairs come,

These times won't be resented.

The innocent among us,

Portray the fallen soul,

But even diamonds,

Are made from coal.

You are praying that someday,

They will make God's will their own.

But you are seeing to it

That the seeds of truth are sown.

You're doing what God wants you to,

So don't let anyone tell you you're poor.

You are the richest people on earth,

And you're still hoping for more.