God lets us play with shiny things,
and hold them in our hand.
They seem so precious for a while,
but then they turn to sand.
The gifts of life will come and go,
not meant to always hold,
as if they'll grow more precious,
like silver turned to gold.
They come, go, and when they do,
they turn from sand to dust,
and often the best shiny things,
just end up full of rust.
In the end, the lesson learned
might sound a little odd,
but the only gifts that truly last
are those we give to God.
