Servers approach the front of the Sanctuary,
it’s time to share
from His bountiful gifts.
How does one give to God;
the eternal
presence Who’s everything?
We give from our
abundance, while spit-shined and fresh,
He gave His blood
while wearing a crown of thorns.
Scripture says God
searches the heart,
what is pumping
from ours?
Does our gift
freely flow, or is it square,
trying to slip
through a round hole?
Is it love, or is
it a work,
what prompts our
action?
Though freely given, our gift is but a token,
a token of Jesus’
free gift of eternal life.
Our gift is from the
fruits of our labor,
His gift is from
His blood on a cross.
His gift left
behind a tomb, forever.
To God goes the
glory, for all He has done.
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