The Gift (continued)
In shells of glass
And failing flesh
the heart of God resides
And in the frailest earthen ware
A kingdom so abides
With feet of clay
and trembling hands
we bear The Gift today
As Joseph's bride and he
once did
when, wrapped in cloths it lay.
No regal horns
nor crowd's acclaim
proclaimed this Gift; this King
And when we daily give the Gift
No earthly choirs sing.
It's our embrace
of those who ache
which ushers in the Lord,
And our own voices,
played with grace,
may herald in His Word.
So look not on
how humbly-cased
God's "packages" may come,
But see your self
and others, too,
to be His sacred home.
Though not enwrapped in gilded foil,
nor gem and silver crowned
We're urns of God's most precious gift;
and precious so we're found.
©copyright 2006 James A. Smallish
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
"...God, who said, "Let light shine out of darkness," has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. " (2 Cor. 4:6&7)
+ +
| 
