A Treasure

I do not become discouraged,
Since God has given me this gift;
In fact I have been encouraged,
Inspired and write to uplift.

I refuse to use shameful ways,
For remaining within His grace;
Walking direct no secret maze,
For reaching to His sweet embrace.

Through His mercy I see the light,
And do not need tricks of the trade;
Because He has given insight,
Rendering others as to aid.

I would never distort His Word,
Merely speaking plainly the truth;
Everything I read and heard,
But not to be blunt or uncouth.

I know God watches over me,
And instructed me to reveal;
So others are able to see,
In knowing that the facts are real.

So if the Good News that I tell,
Hidden from those who are dying;
And being covered with a veil,
You might think that I was lying.

The god of this world blinds the mind,
Of the ones who do not believe;
They are rude and not very kind,
Do not construe what they receive.

In effect they see not the light,
Good News of the glory of Christ;
With a future looking so bright,
Blocking you from being enticed.

This message is not about me,
I am a servant for His sake;
Knowing that I have been made free,
From any clutches of the snake.

For my body is made from clay,
With the treasure of the Gospel;
Showing how to trust and obey,
Being told to all the people.