Diamond Mining
Once my heart was overwrought
With stress and sought relief
The vise grip of the carbon fields
Gave utterance to my grief
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I had to face the truth of truths
If only to myself
So I sat awhile in silence
To rest upon a shelf
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A diamond tributary
Lay pressured and held down
As God, our loving lapidary
Designed a precious crown
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In His timing, He beheld
By furnace hot and stoked
Shaped and crafted, then upwelled
The elegance, uncloaked
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Seasoned in the facets
The strongest diamond mold
Now visible to the naked eye
For God reveals His own
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By Kelly S Griswold
