Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The Gift

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


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