Within the earth, a geode lies concealed,
A rugged shell of stone, so plain, so coarse,
Yet harbors deep within a hue revealed—
Amethyst gleams, a quiet, radiant force.

So too salvation waits, entombed, unknown,
In hearts obscured by doubt, by sin’s dull crust,
A treasure veiled, by grace through faith alone,
It cracks the dark, transforms the ash to dust.

The crystal’s purple blooms in light’s embrace,
A prism born from pressure’s patient art,
Salvation shines through mercy’s boundless grace,
Redeeming flaws that tear the soul apart.

From stony silence, beauty’s form is won,
As souls, once lost, reflect the Holy One.