TREASURES FOR THE LORD   A glacial lake of icy blue, In a secluded gorge, Protected by tall alpine peaks, A treasure for the Lord.   A radiant sun so full and bright, The Lord's own halo in the sky, And white clouds like lustrous pearls, Placed there to catch His eye.   A cascading waterfall, With rainbow colored beads, As baubles there to make Him smile. A joy for the Lord to see. Shimmering, silken, soft moonbeams, For Him - a golden, woven rope, Meant to hold a crescent moon, As a medallion at His throat.   Then leafy greenery on the trees, Become His emerald crown, And next a perfumed shawl for Him,  From fields of flowers on the ground.   His robe of dazzling, pristine white, A virgin snow's reward, Oh! The  whole world is aglow ... With its treasures for the Lord!   Virginia (Ginny) Ellis Copyright September 2004