The Gift |
I often
marvel how could paradise came to be
Unless
Someone wanted it to be
Paradise
once lived with Love
In
just one "no" became a dream
Yet
with a trusting 'yes' by a chosen maiden
Heaven
once a dream now a reality
O
What a thought of Paradise! Do I ponder a lot?
Is
it a product of my dream?
Could
it be true that I found love?
A
love mirrored to the One named Love.
Beloved
you created my being
You
formed me; you breathed me;
You
called me; You lured me.
Whispering
You said "Follow me", glad you did!
Adventure
beyond adventure!
Trustingly
threading the path you showed
Embracing
the unfolding of each day
Tears hidden in the eyes, concealed with the smile
There
on the Cross You raised your arms,
You
embraced me and showed me how to love
What
a gift it is
To
be deeply loved by Thee
Humbled
to be chosen before time
Longed
for until the end of time
The
gift I have received I offer it back
Take
it please if you will, nurture it
Hoping
that one day,
You'll
find it worthy as a GIFT.