Twice You Are Mine

A beautiful little boat, I made,
I whittled it out of wood;
I sanded and painted it,
I made the rudder good!
I took it to a stream to see
How sea-worthy was my boat,
But the current swept it away from me
Though it was still afloat.

I ran by the bank and watched It go —
That beautiful boat that I loved so;
At last I found I could follow no more,
And I guessed that it crashed on some distant shore.

In a storekeepers window I passed it by
That same little boat I had made!
I ran inside and examined again
Every detail my hands had laid.
"It’s my boat! It is mine!" and I told the clerk
The story I just have told you;
But he said, "Now it’s mine and a price is affixed;
There’s nothing more I can do."

So I gathered my coins and counted them twice,
I bought it again and paid the full price.
I treasured the boat I had formed with my hands;
Gladly I paid for my treasure again.

…God dipped down His hand and gathered some clay,
… Just dust by the road of life.
He fashioned a man in the image of God
He fashioned the man a wife.
He gave them a will of their very own,
And made them a perfect day;
But they stumbled and fell and started for Hell,
From the garden driven away.

But God in His Love sent His Son from above,
He lived as a man and taught of God’s Love.
He portrayed a God we could see and feel;
A God we could know for sure was real.

Then the evil one sneered, "These are mine, You see
They belong to me every one!
A price is affixed and it’s so very high
That no one can pay not one!
So Jesus took thirty-nine stripes and a crown
Of thorns that pierced His head.
He carried a rugged old cross on His back
All the way up the hill He was led.

He paid again so dear the cost!
For the treasure He loved that had looked so lost!
And the act of His love waits acceptance from you
What else, dear friend, can Jesus do?

by Joan Clifton Costner