My gift














It came wrapped well in pretty paper
I held it to my ear
The happy drum moved up in beat
Life's purpose pounding near
I slowly peeled the layers back
Into the top I gazed
The gifted treasure I removed
 It left me now amazed
Delicate fingers stroked the view
For with it I am one
A vision of His will for me
 I could compare to none
The honest words from Him poured out
And filled my thirsting soul
Smoothing over parched remains
And leaving me now full



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