He extends the gift
with hands marred and opened wide.
The two-fold gift contained in one,
life forever, life now.
I fumble for payment,
something to offer
for such priceless treasure,
something worthy of
such love.
He asks only faith
without trappings;
No ticking off the lists
of works,
No seeking to search out His judgements,
No striving to plumb the
depths of unfathomable ways.
Simple, child-like
faith.
Blessings,
Linda
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