Finding A Diamond

A poor girl I grew up,
Just praying for bread,
With days of much hunger,
No butter to spread.

Then one day when walking,
No hope seemed in sight,
When there in the gravel,
A diamond would shine.

An expert, I'd take it,
To see what I'd found,
And quickly determined,
This finding no scowl.

It ends up a pricetag,
One wouldn't believe,
Was marked by the jeweler,
A million conceived.

The shock of now owner,
I sat and I cried,
Just thanking dear Jesus,
For He did provide.