My Precious Strand of Pearls
Then, Now and Forever
Melissa Bos
My Precious Strand of Pearls - Then
Around my neck I wear a strand of pearls,
A necklace made of memories.
Each pearl represents a moment, a stage in my life,
The loved ones whom I cherish,
The good times and those filled with strife.
The pearls of my necklace are a gift,
Given to me by my Heavenly Father.
There are those that shine bright,
But also scattered on my strand
Are some that are dark as night.
The strand that holds my pearls together
Is the part that represents me.
The ins and outs of my being,
My thoughts, my emotions
And all that I am feeling.
My strand of pearls usually,
Sits nicely at the base of my neck.
But lately it has become unbearable tight.
I feel like I’m being choked, by my own being.
I grab and pull at it to make if feel right.
Now I sit amongst my fallen pearls,
Tears streaming down my face.
The strand that held my pearls together
Hangs from my shaking hand,
Torn, broken and weathered.
There seems to be no reason for me
To gather up my precious pearls.
My broken thread, my being, has no hope.
It cannot hold my pearls together
I feel at the end of my rope.
As I sit and wonder what to do,
Two pearls catch my eye.
One gives a steady gleam of light.
The other shines steadily,
Not even changing in the dark of night.
It seems like such a shame,
For these beautiful precious pearls
To be strewn across the floor.
They are much to bright and vibrant,
They deserve so much more.
So, I bow my head in prayer to ask,
For the help that I will need.
To weave together me, a broken strand,
And to gather all these fallen pearls
And place them in my hand.
My prayer is answered by the Lord.
He sends me Courage and Strength.
They dry up all my fallen tears,
and get me down on my knees
to pick up these two precious pearls.
They don’t package them up,
Or place them in a dark dreary drawer,
But they hold them in perfect sight.
These pearls are meant to be held
Close to your heart, day and night.
And then they encourage me to weave my strand,
To begin picking up all the scattered pearls.
Some are broken, some are dirty as night,
But the saints whisper in my ear ‘Not to worry’,
The two precious pearls will always shine bright.
So with Courage and Strength from above
I slowly weave my thread, strong.
For I know this is the only way
To add the two shining pearls
Hope and Grace, forever to stay.
Around my neck I wear a strand of pearls,
A necklace made of memories.
Each pearl represents a moment, a stage in my life,
The loved ones whom I cherish,
The good times and those filled with strife.
The pearls of my necklace are a gift,
Given to me by my Heavenly Father.
There are those that shine bright,
But also scattered on my strand
Are some that are dark as night.
The strand that holds my pearls together
Is the part that represents me.
The ins and outs of my being,
My thoughts, my emotions
And all that I am feeling.
My strand of pearls usually,
Sits nicely at the base of my neck.
But lately it has become unbearable tight.
I feel like I’m being choked, by my own being.
I grab and pull at it to make if feel right.
Now I sit amongst my fallen pearls,
Tears streaming down my face.
The strand that held my pearls together
Hangs from my shaking hand,
Torn, broken and weathered.
There seems to be no reason for me
To gather up my precious pearls.
My broken thread, my being, has no hope.
It cannot hold my pearls together
I feel at the end of my rope.
As I sit and wonder what to do,
Two pearls catch my eye.
One gives a steady gleam of light.
The other shines steadily,
Not even changing in the dark of night.
It seems like such a shame,
For these beautiful precious pearls
To be strewn across the floor.
They are much to bright and vibrant,
They deserve so much more.
So, I bow my head in prayer to ask,
For the help that I will need.
To weave together me, a broken strand,
And to gather all these fallen pearls
And place them in my hand.
My prayer is answered by the Lord.
He sends me Courage and Strength.
They dry up all my fallen tears,
and get me down on my knees
to pick up these two precious pearls.
They don’t package them up,
Or place them in a dark dreary drawer,
But they hold them in perfect sight.
These pearls are meant to be held
Close to your heart, day and night.
And then they encourage me to weave my strand,
To begin picking up all the scattered pearls.
Some are broken, some are dirty as night,
But the saints whisper in my ear ‘Not to worry’,
The two precious pearls will always shine bright.
So with Courage and Strength from above
I slowly weave my thread, strong.
For I know this is the only way
To add the two shining pearls
Hope and Grace, forever to stay.
* * * *
My Precious Strand of Pearls - Now
It has been said to me
That my life of many years
Can be compared and likened
To a strand of beautiful pearls
Each pearl on my necklace,
Is a person or memory
A time, place, a moment
Things I do and things I see
My strand is always growing
As I go along my way,
Through the joys and the trials
Of my life, of my day
If you were to look closely,
At my pearls in the light,
You would very quickly realize,
Some are dirty, but most are white
The darkened pearls on my necklace
Are the times in my life,
That I’ve endured hardships,
The moments filled with strife.
They represent the darkness
That I feel in my soul,
When the trials are too much,
When the burdens take their toll.
But if you were to take a glance,
You would notice very quickly
It’s not the dark ones that you notice
It’s the white ones that you see
For around each dark pearl,
Each burden that I carry
Are many many little pearls
That shine very brightly.
These pearls that catch your eye
Are the ones in which I delight.
The good things that have happened,
The memories that feel right.
But if you look even closer
At my lovely pearly strand,
On some of these white ones
Are names, written by hand.
These are my favorite pearls,
They make my strand long.
For they are the loved ones
Who stand by me strong
Some of them have surrounded
My dark and gloomy pearls,
For many of my trials,
Endured through the years
These pearls are the ones
Who have always stood by me
They’ve carried me through tough times,
And held onto me closely
But not all of these pearls
Have been added long ago
My strand is still growing
With new pearls for me to show
A broken one is very dark
Filled with sorrow and gloom
A pearl that has hurt me;
It takes up too much room
But just like all the others
This pearl is not strung alone.
It is surrounded by the white ones,
They are crowding in, allowing no more room.
These pearls are so special
They keep my necklace shining.
My darkest, dullest pearl
Is no longer overcoming.
And so, my dear and special friends,
Each and every one of you,
O lift to God my daily prayers,
My thanks and praises too.
I thank Him for love
That each of you share .
For acceptance and understanding,
Showing how much you care.
I thank Him for the strength,
The courage He’s providing,
Through you, my beloved
So important to my healing
And I will always cherish you
In the many days and years.
Each and every one of you
Are my white pearly pearls.
* * * *
My Precious Strand of Pearls - Forever
It is early in the morning
The sun is about to rise
I lay quietly in my bed
Slowly opening my eyes
The sun begins to filter through
As I say my morning prayers
I glance to my bedside
To see my shining pearls
There are too startling pearls
That are gleaming in the light
The are my pearls of Hope and Grace
Shining, oh so bright
They remind me to say a prayer
of unlimited thanksgiving
For the joy and peace
These pearls are providing
And as the sun grows brighter
I reach for my strand
I hold it close to my heart
Softly in my hand
Each pearl is so precious
a chapter in my life
the joys and the trials
the laughter and the strife
They are the friends and family
That have stood by my side
In the valleys and the shadows
With me they abide
There still are some pearls
Dark, dull and broken.
In God's unfailing grace,
To me, they have been given
I look once more at my strand
before I put in on
I wonder at the woven thread
That holds my pearls strong
Once tattered, worn and broken
through God’s everlasting grace
The thread has become strengthened
yet is delicate, as lace
I take each end of my strand
and reach behind my head
I feel for the golden clasp,
My God, my hope, my strength
Once the clasp is fastened
It holds my strand together
I put all of my faith and trust
In it’s holding power
I do not know what tomorrow brings
What God may have in store
Will my thread ever be tattered,
Worn thin and broken once more?
Will I ever need to gather
spilt and scattered pearls again?
Will I have to bend on weary knees
and put them in my hand?
These questions I cannot answer
But there is one thing that I know
the precious pearls of grace and hope
will forever and always glow
* * * *
Thank you Lord, for each and every pearl on my strand.
For the joys, the trials, family and friends.
For the strength and courage that are woven in my being.
For my precious pearls of hope and grace
For Your enduring love and everlasting peace.
