Sunday, December 20, 2009

The Present

There I see you,
my king and my God,
laying there in the manger,
newly come into the world
with all the bright promise
of that wonderful gift.
What gift have I to bring
to lay at your feet
in joyful offering
for this wonderous moment?

I give you my heart,
torn and touched with sin,
my hands, too often used to hurt
as well as help,
my mouth to sing your praise,
even as it says that which causes pain.

It is not much, I know,
to give to you who hold the universe
in your hands,
but like the widow's mite
I lay it at your feet,
all that I have to give.

In your hands, Lord,
may it become transformed
into something that will please you.

Susan E. Stone, 2003

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