Dear Lord, I'm so unworthy
Of this Gift You've given me;
Sweet, gentle Child of Bethlehen
Who went to Calvary.
In the greatest act of mercy
Ever seen by humankind,
Your Gift, that keeps on giving
Died, with such as me in mind.
The Beings of Divine proportions
Go beyond the scope
Of what the finite human mind
Can ever dream or hope.
The Trinity does not abide
On Heaven's dusty shelves,
But does those things for humans
We cannot do for ourselves.
Such was the reason for Your Gift
That touches one and all
Who pause to realizw His worth,
And on His name to call.
Your Gift that keeps on giving,
From life's woes sets us apart;
As that Gift that keeps on giving
Finds a welcome in the heart.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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