Gifts to the Giver

‘Tis the season to find them

all tied up with bows,

wrapped to hide what’s inside

so that nobody knows.

Tucked in bags and boxes

of many a size,

brightly colored displays

meant to dazzle the eyes.

The anticipation, the guessing

is half of the fun

as we ponder the joy

that awaits in each one.

Is it something I’ve wanted but

long out of reach?

Will opening cause a cheer

or illicit a screech?

Perhaps its value is less

in the thing I receive,

and more in my connection

to the Giver, for we’ve

a bond that is special,

one-of-a-kind.

There’s never a question

that I’m on His mind.

When I think on the gifts

from His generous hand,

I’m most grateful He chose

to create me brand

new. Forgiven.

Purposed. Set free.

Complete with the gifts

given only to me.

He asks just that I share them,

no wrapping or bows.

No tucking them down

where nobody knows.

So, as I offer them freely,

God’s works through my hands

become gifts to the Giver,

and wherever each lands

is sacred and holy,

a space set apart,

a bright, hopeful display

meant to dazzle the heart.