The Gift (2007 rework)
I hold in my hand a beautiful gift
Wrapped in pink and black lace
The one who gave it looked in my eyes
A smile on His beautiful face
I hold this gift in my trembling hands
Wondering, is it what I’ve hoped for
Do I dare unveil its beauty?
Do I risk disappointment and more?
Breathing in its tempting scent
I gently lift it to my face
A sweet aroma meets my breath
I pull it close for a longing embrace
My delight in it slowly starts to fade
As fear and risk whisper their taunting
I hold it still looking, still wanting and needing
The possibility within it just haunting
Is it the beauty that my heart has desired?
Is it full of laughter and joys?
Is it false hope – a new failing chapter
Is another of evil’s harsh ploys?
I look again at the one who gave it
Tears welling up in my eyes
Can I trust this one, my maker
To a gift that will not be of lies?
He stares at me with understanding
Compassion in knowing my trials
Yet he gently encourages me to take it
Wearing the gentlest of smiles
How can I find the courage?
I am so full of dread
And I’ll wish I were dead
Yet my fingers, very shyly
hesitantly pull on a bow
My future before me
Not my own, but only His to know
I am scared, but trust Him