Sitting on the lawn one day;
I spied a patch of clover;
Wanting to find the four leaf kind ;
I began to look all over.

My fingers took a walk;
Through clover dense and green;
My mind began to wander;
And my heart to dream.

The luck I could gain;
If I found just one;
All my problems would vanish;
What a prize I’ve won.

I looked up and saw a rainbow;
And remembered stories told;
When you reach the end of it;
You will find that pot of gold.

My mind was reeling then;
I felt so smug and bold;
The closer the treasure loomed;
My heart grew strangely cold.

Could it be that the four leaf clover;
Was really not a prize;
But just a ploy of Satan;
So cleverly disguised?

A true treasure is Jesus;
Sent from God above;
When I choose to accept Him;
I have salvation bathed in love.