A Gift Of Love

Gifts come to us in many ways.
Some with ribbons and bows,
Some wrapped in lovely paper,
What's inside nobody knows.

The gift to me in this red box,
Has special meaning when I see,
The bright red wrappings and the bow,
Reminds me of the Blood that was shed for me.

The gift all tied in bright red ribbon,
Reminds me how Christ suffered on that tree,
And how Christ gave His Life,
For me so willingly.

He is my Lord and Savior,
The One who set me free,
The only One that filled God's Will,
To die upon that tree.

He is my Rose of Sharon,
The substitute for my sins,
The Lily of the Valley,
That fills my heart within.

He is the Great Physician,
That heals my every needs,
And lifts me up in spirit,
When in my life I grieve.

I'll follow Him wherever He leads,
For He knows the only way,
No maps or landmarks does He need,
He gives directions every day.

We may stumble and fall,
We may lose our way,
But He is always standing by,
He's with us every day.

Never too busy to answer our call,
He always fills our cup,
When we are down in spirit,
He'll always pick us up.

So the gift of red with ribbons,
Is lovely we can see,
And the snow white pearls that adorn it,
Is like the Pearly Gates to me.

So of all the packages we might open,
There is none like this,
For it is filled with treasures unknown,
Full of Heavens's bliss.

Don't worry about tomorrow,
Or what it can or cannot mean,
Just look forward to all the things,
That Heaven's going to bring.

Faye Reyenga © 8/13/2009
Faye Reyenga