I am a beggar of riches, not the kind this

world provides, but the riches in Christ Jesus,

my Lord, in Whom supplies, I long to know Him

better, I long to hear His voice, I long to see

His face, I long for a heavenly place.

I am a vessel ready to be poured into by His love,

I am nothing without Him, for His glory is far above,

earthly treasures, hold nothing, only Him more and more,

I decrease and He increases, the One I love, and adore.

I am waiting even now, for this body to be transformed,

in His likeness, in His love, from glory to glory forevermore,

He is everything, a treasure , far above what man can hold,

and I long to be in His presence, for when I am, I am bold.

Jesus is my treasure, but I can't put Him in a box, for I

cannot contain His glory, for in this earthly body, it's just

too much, but one day I shall be like Him, and I will behold

His face,  the One Who gave me so much more, in this time,

and in this place.

Lisa Beth Jenkins c.2006