I wanted to
give the Lord a gift.
But, what had I for
him?
Money was scarce at my
house.
Christmas was looking grim.
I
went to the store to look for
What I could
give my Lord.
It had to be something
special,
Something I knew I could
afford.
I stood, looking in the
window,
When I heard a pitiful
sob.
"What's wrong," I asked the
woman.
She said, "My husband lost his
job.
I can't afford to buy him a
gift.
I wish Christmas would never
come."
I smiled, as I opened my
wallet,
And, from my Christmas money, gave
her some,
Now, my money was even
less.
But, it's alright, I thought.
I
still had enough to pay for
The gift of love
I sought.
Then, I saw it, the perfect
gift.
But, I, also, saw a child in
tears.
I knelt down and took his
hand.
Somehow, I had to calm his
fears.
"We just don't have any
money,"
He said, as he wiped his eyes.
"I
wanted to give Mommy a present,
Because I
know how hard she tries."
Once again, I
opened my wallet
And my last few dollars were
given.
Now, I couldn't buy that special
gift.
My heart sank as I looked toward
Heaven.
"Lord, I wanted to give to
you
A gift that came from my heart.
Now,
I'm the one with no money."
Then, I felt the
teardrops start.
"My Child," the Lord
whispered,
"You gave, not one but, two
gifts
That came from your heart
And given
with love by you."
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