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MY GIFT TO THE KING

The wise men they came from countries afar,

Bringing gold and myrrh, frankincense in a jar,

But what do I have that’s fit for a King?

When I look at myself, I don’t see anything.

The singer brings songs with their melody sweet,

The baker brings pastries and good things to eat,

The shepherds brought sheep, as our Shepherd He’d be,

But what Lord, oh what, could You gain from me?

We all have our talents and gifts, Lord, they say,

And they say You’ll reveal them, if only we’ll pray,

And many the times that I prayed in the past,

Just hoping, some gift, You would show me at last.

But lost in a world of, "Lord, what can I do?",

I failed, Lord, to truly just focus on You,

You told me to step out, and just receive prayer,

You held me, and healed me, and filled me right there,

With a gift that was worthy to bring to my King,

For You knew that I needed, above anything,

To feel there was something, that I could give You,

To show how I love You, for all that You do.

It’s not that You needed, a present from me,

It’s just that You knew, I never could see,

How I could approach without something to give,

The One who gave His life, so I’d learn to live.

We’re none of us worthy, of our own accord,

And none can supply, their own gifts for the Lord,

You give us those things, that we give back to You,

And yet You still bless us, each time that we do.

For all You require of Your children on earth,

Is that we receive, through Your Son, second birth,

You call us, equip us, and give us the skill,

Then show us the fields, that You need us to till.

You give us the Seed, that You need us to sow,

And You are the Power, to cause it to grow,

Then You call us again, Your reapers to be,

We rejoice in the blessing, of the harvest we see.

© 26/11/00