| A Special Gift |
| I wanted to give the Lord a gift. |
| But, what had I for him? |
| Money was scarce at my house. |
| Christmas was looking grim. |
| I went to the store to look for |
| What I could give my Lord. |
| It had to be something special, |
| Something I knew I could afford. |
| I stood, looking in the window, |
| When I heard a pitiful sob. |
| "What's wrong," I asked the woman. |
| She said, "My husband lost his job. |
| I can't afford to buy him a gift. |
| I wish Christmas would never come." |
| I smiled, as I opened my wallet, |
| And, from my Christmas money, gave her some, |
| Now, my money was even less. |
| But, it's alright, I thought. |
| I still had enough to pay for |
| The gift of love I sought. |
| Then, I saw it, the perfect gift. |
| But, I, also, saw a child in tears. |
| I knelt down and took his hand. |
| Somehow, I had to calm his fears. |
| "We just don't have any money," |
| He said, as he wiped his eyes. |
| "I wanted to give Mommy a present, |
| Because I know how hard she tries." |
| Once again, I opened my wallet |
| And my last few dollars were given. |
| Now, I couldn't buy that special gift. |
| My heart sank as I looked toward Heaven. |
| "Lord, I wanted to give to you |
| A gift that came from my heart. |
| Now, I'm the one with no money." |
| Then, I felt the teardrops start. |
| "My Child," the Lord whispered, |
| "You gave, not one but, two gifts |
| That came from your heart |
| And given with love by you." |
| © 2002 by Claytia Doran |
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