Every Gift Was Handed Back
By Beth Fisher
Used with Permission
This year I stopped to contemplate the kind of gift I'd bring
To lay at the nail-scarred feet of my Gracious Heavenly King.
He's given my very life to me, and the blessings I hold dear,
But I can't come up with anything appropriate, I fear.
Every time I give Him something, He more than doubles the return...
I gave to Him my weakness, His strength He then confirmed
Would always be there for me to securely hold on to.
I gave Him my shattered life - He gave me life anew.
I gave Him my pain and heartbreak, all that troubled my weary soul -
He gave me hope and happiness, and made my body whole.
I gave Him all my doubts and fears, the things that stood in the way
Of my daily service in His name - He made them go away.
I offered Him my feeble voice, to sing His praise in song -
He filled my heart with a melody, that will last my whole life long.
I offered Him my hands to serve, to help out those in need,
He gave me the talent to use these tools, so that I would succeed.
I gave Him my life completely, to show His light in a world of night,
He gave me a wonderful testimony, a way to share His light.
I offered Him my eyes to see all that they could take in -
He showed to me a world of fear, unhappiness and sin.
For every gift I gave to Him, He handed back to me
Instructions for their uses - endless possibility
To reach a world that needs to find the Saviour that I found,
So on and on, I serve, for to Him in love I'm bound.