This morning I pondered Isaiah 33:6 - "The reverent fear and worship of the Lord is your treasure and His."  His, I wondered.  How special it is to be His treasure.  So I wrote about a poem about being His treasure and His being mine.  Here it is:

I open up a treasure box

            And find the finest gold.

The key to this unique cache

            Lies in a Book of old.

The key is the reverent fear

            And worship of the Lord.

Our praises are so very dear.

            God treasures all of them.

He writes down in a special book

            Every thought of Him.

He takes it out to have a look.

            Then He remembers us.

As we read His Word, we find Him

            And learn His promises.

Those we can hold onto.

            He will do what He says.

As God opens and reads His book

            He remembers us.

He is faithful and true.

            He will do what He says.

Having faith in what we have read

            We praise His holy name.

Not by sight but what He has said

            Determines our futures.

Our praises opens up treasures

            God wishes to bestow

Lavishly, He pours out riches

On our lives down below.

A myriad of treasures fall,

            Love, patience, joy and peace,

Knowledge, wisdom, acceptance,

And healing for all disease.

A storehouse of treasures opens

            Through praise and obedience

The Lord listens and writes us in

            His Book of remembrance.

We are His, He declares to all.

            We are jewels, His treasures

His special possessions, who call

            Upon His holy name.

He is our beloved; we are His.

            His banner o’er us is love.

He is the apple of our eyes.

            We have eyes of a dove.

We are the apple of His eyes

            He loves each one of us.

With a steadfast gaze we each prize

            One another raptly.