Christmas
It’s about a gift
Yes a gift
But not the kind you think
It’s about a gift
One that came
In the tiniest of packages
With the most delicate of design
A gift that was brand new
It smelt new, felt new
Blood sweat and tears
Delivered this gift
A heart full of love
Carried this gift
That first Christmas
A gift of infinite worth
One that had since the begin
Been thought out
Planned and prepared
A gift for You
A gift in the strangest of forms
Like a gift disguised by its box
This gift was concealed in a babe
Brought forth not in décor
Not in ribbons, or colors of red and green
But given out of eye sight of most
Quietly, without a show
While the world rushed around
A gift was born
A gift
God initiated forgiveness that day
In providing a gift
That would fill our every need
The living water
The bread of life
The gift that could forgive
The gift that would last eternally
A gift for you
So as the world rushes around you
Look for the gift
Look for God’s provision of life
Look for his precious delicate
Planned and prepared
Demonstration of love
Through blood sweat and tears
Disguised in many simple forms
His gift
To You
His gift of Life
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