Gift of Praise
By: Joy Ortiz
Wrapped in songs,
Tied with faith,
Enfolded by
A servant's hands.
I cut away pride,
Discard ambition
To bring you
The purest gift,
Oh deserving one.
Quiet, my soul.
Look, my eyes,
Into my Father's,
Filled with love
For me.
Hear, my ears,
His, "Thank you, child!"
The rustle of paper,
The unwrapping of worship.
How he delights
In the work of childish hands,
In the crude craft
Of an unskilled
And eager daughter.
My best I give
To the worthy one.
My heart is yours.
All of my love
I wrap in songs of praise.
