 |
|
|
No bouquet of roses given
Makes me smile brighter
Than sunshine puffs
Held out to me
In chubby fists
For me to see,
My child’s expression of her love.
No fancy vase displays this gift,
Picked with such great care.
A sunlit spot,
An old chipped cup,
The golden blooms
Cheer me up.
My child’s gift of dandelions.
No sacrifice of life so sweet
Gives me so much hope
Than nail-scarred hands
Held out to me
For me to grasp
Eternally.
My Savior’s gift of His love.
I have no gift to offer Him.
No earthly prize will do,
But to obey
And seek His face,
To love and know
His wondrous grace.
How can I express my gratitude?
When life is over and I see
The face I long for most.
Will I kneel there
And softly weep,
With dandelions strewn at His feet?
My humble display of my love.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.
|
|
|
