This Gift

This Gift

 

 

I have this gift that I've wanted to give you. I've been trying to find the best way to please you. I wanted to wrap it in a bow, wanted to put it in a big box or so.

 

Sometimes I questioned myself and wondered "is this enough?" I thought that maybe the value wasn't great or that it wasn't shiny enough.

 

I've had this gift all along and still thought it wasn't sufficient, I wanted to see you smile and feel your warm embrace. 

 

At the end of my rope, after scrapping the barrel I realized that I had run out of my own resource. Down casted I felt, discouraged I seemed. The opportunity to see you smile slipped from me. I could no longer find a bow, nor find a box or so.

 

So as I stood there, stripped from everything, the only thing left was this thing I over looked all along. 

 

It was torn, pieces were missing and it was dirty as it can be. On its own it could not stand, and life it had not. It didn't matter how much I dressed it up, nor how big or small the box was so. I couldn't possibly give you this gift. Would you even smile down at my soul?

 

I decided in my heart, I made a decision, to go back to my first love and give Him this gift, without a bow, with no box or so. Turns out that's what He wanted all along, it was my lover’s first desires, to take my heart and make it His own. With Him I stood, with life it was filled, put together it was, and finally my heart was healed.

 

My gift is my heart, that's all I could bring; rich or poor it was enough for my King.