I have many pearls in my pouch.
Each day I pull them out and look at them.
Sometimes I drop one.
It rolls away and I chase after it.
Different pearls, many colors, several facets.
Some of them are without real worth.
You are the Pearl above them all,
The only one that is really genuine.
The others allure me with neon colors,
Glitter and sparkes -
They seem more accessible, easier to grab.
You don't always shine as brightly at my first gaze.
But your brilliance changes when you touch my skin.
You can get under it like none of the others,
My heart changes when you come close.
Pearl of Great Price, help me to be a better assessor.
Help me to let go of worthless beads.
If I could only pull them out all at once
And dump them, smash them, be done with them.
But every morning I get my pouch out.
Every morning it is full of pearls.
I must choose.
Today I choose you
