Gift of Praise

Gift of Praise

By: Joy Ortiz

My heart is here

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.