What Precious Gift
When God chose of His beloved Son
To be lifted there on high,
What was the gift He gave
As He suffered there to die.
Did He open up the door
To let the light within my soul,
Did He take away the darkness
So I could be made whole.
Did He replace all of my emptiness
And fill me with His love,
Did He bless my heart with His peace
By coming from above.
Does my life now have a purpose
To wake upon each day,
Shall I rest on every promise
As He shows me of His way.
Will He bubble up within me
Like a living flowing spring
To bring me joy and laughter
And every good between.
Is the power in the blood of Jesus
Renewing me to be
Not what I was just yesterday
His death to set me free.
Oh lift me precious Jesus
Into Your suffiency,
For You gave Your life to fill me
With Yourself eternally.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
I have been crucified with Christ, never-the-less
I live, yet not I, but Christ lives in me, for the life
I now live in the flesh, I live by the faith of the
Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.
To be grateful is to recognize the Love of God in everything
He has given us.... and He has given us everything. Every breath
we draw is a gift of His love, every moment of existence is
a gift of grace, for it brings with it immense graces from Him.
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