Diamonds

This season of life is very busy for me with 4 little children, and doesn't leave much time, energy or inspiration for blogging. So for now, I would like to post poetry, devotions etc. that I posted back when I first started this blog.

Diamonds are only chunks of coal

That stuck to their job, you see;

If they'd petered out, as most of us do,

Where would the diamonds be?

It isn't the fact of making a start,

It's the sticking that counts, I'll say,

It's the fellow that knows not the meaning of fall,

but hammers and hammers away.

Whenever you think you've come to the end,

And you're beaten as bad can be,

Remember that diamonds are chunks of coal,

That stuck to their jobs, you see.

 Virginia Call