Treasures Are In Storage

 I am beautiful indeed and I say it with pride.

I am fashioned with love, to be the Lord's own bride.

From heaven I came and to heaven I will go.

As the east to the west, may the earth ever know.

As a child of the King, I will never be a stray.

For I was predestined, that in God, I will stay.

By His grace, I will stand and obey the commands.

Of the one who shed His Blood, so there's healing in the land.

With hands I was fashioned and formed, with delight.

To launch out in the deep and walk by faith and not sight.

Around the walls of Jericho, the trumpet will be heard.

As I raise a Hallelujah and I preach, the Lord's own Word.

When your eyes look upon me, know that I am blessed.

For Thy Kingdom come, for me, above the rest.

To travel the path, where others fear to trod.

Obediently I journey, equipped with Aaron's rod.

My time on earth is surrendered, to the one who gave His life.

And treasures are in storage, to my Husband, from His wife.

Just beyond the horizon, Christmas bells will ring.

As Glory to the Highest, with the angels, I will sing.