The Gift

Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift, we find tucked inside His Word,
But what is the gift, we often ask, yearning to be heard,

It is our families, we decide, the loved ones we’ve been given,
Being with them is just a glimpse, a little taste of heaven,

It is our homes, we like to think, where we feel safe and warm,
A place where love can know no bounds, a haven from the storm,

It is our health, we often state, a fragile gift indeed,
It is our wealth, we say with care, the ability to feed,

It is our freedom, we decide, but is one really free?
We all are slaves to different things…blind but now we see,

It is our minds, our intellect, the hunger just to know,
It is our power in this world, a formidable foe,

It is ourselves…our wants…our needs…our ever present whims,
It is none of these, God corrects, in truth it is only HIM.

It is My Son, My chosen one, who emptied Himself of all,
Wrapped Himself in human flesh, to redeem you from the Fall.

He left His home, His Family, laid down His every need,
And focused on the joy ahead, and called you to believe.

Not His will, but Mine was done, so you really could be free.
And that, my child, is the gift…with love, to you, from Me.

 

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of first fruits of all He created. (James 1:17,18)