My Gift to God

My Gift to God:
I saw myself at Christmas time
Staring at the tree
Seeing all the presents there
Staring back at me.

I wondered what the Lord would want
From those like you and me,
Our gifts aren’t that significant
Just boxes beneath the tree.

But then I learned – the gift God wants 
Can simply be discovered,
By peering in this velvet box
You’ll see your gift uncovered.
(Author unknown)

What is seen when someone looks inside the box?  A mirror. What is the gift therefore, according to this poem, that  God wants?  Us. 

There is no greater response to the gift we have been given than to humbly and gratefully give all of ourselves to Him.  

“And so, dear brothers and sisters, I plead with you to give your bodies to God because of all he has done for you. Let them be a living and holy sacrifice—the kind he will find acceptable. This is truly the way to worship him.” (Romans 12:1)

In response to what He has done for us, may this hymn become our prayer:

Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise.

Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my voice and let me sing,
Always, only for my King.
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.

Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect and use
Every pow’r as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.

Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.

Frances Ridley Havergal, 1874


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