Thousands

A thousand wishes an unwanted exchange...not for the sake of my worth for what shall it profit to gain...the world but lose ones soul...for it is my creator who framed the world by his words that I am being made whole. Like a earthen medley dressed with a thousands island an appetites crave...let this food be for thought, for whatsoever a man thinketh so is he...Think on these things that are above, lest ye be saved. Working out our own salvation with fear and trembling, for the day of our redemption is continually drawing nigh till its time to go up to be with him in the sky. Caught up by the thousands, in so many words for there is no measurable worth. How priceless is this hidden treasure given to me since before my birth.