I once heard a tale that was told to me twice,
Of a treasure that sparkled and shimmered so nice.
But no map was given, no path marked in red—
Just a whisper that said, “Go where you’re led.”
The journey, they said, is the start of the prize.
So I laced up my shoes, and I opened my eyes.
I searched in the morning, I searched in the night,
Sometimes in the dark, sometimes in the light.
I looked under rocks and I peeked in the trees,
I prayed in the silence and knelt on my knees.
When I felt like I’d found only questions, not clues,
I’d ask, “Am I colder, or warmer, in my shoes?”
The answer would come like a breeze on my face,
Or the warmth in my heart in a quiet, still place.
I learned not to rush. I learned not to race.
For walking with Jesus is best at his pace.
Some folks would say, “Just ask for your prize.
Why bother with the journey? That’s not very wise.”
But I knew that just asking for stuff
Would never ever be quite enough.
For God is a treasure, a presence, a guide,
Not hidden in anger, but gent inside.
He’s found by the seeker who won’t cease to try,
Who asks with a whisper and knocks with a cry.
Each morning I rise and begin it anew,
With questions and hope for what God will do.
Although I still stumble and sometimes feel blind,
God smiles and says, “Child, just seek and you’ll find.”
So if you’re watching and waiting and wondering why
Your prayers seem to drift like clouds in the sky.
Just know that God hears you. He’s not far away.
He’s cheering you on every step of the way.
So seek him with joy, and don’t ever quit.
You may not see much, but you’re growing with it.
And one day you’ll see, and I know it is true,
The treasure you seek has been seeking you.
