The Gift of Life
It’s like a wrapped Christmas present.
You shake it, rattle it, size it up,
think about what you dream it to be,
and you wonder, and you guess.
When you wake up on Christmas morning,
you open it and see what it’s cracked up to be.
On that Day, when I look back on the gift,
will I be content with what’s inside?
I will, if the Lord says,
“Well done, good and faithful servant.”
And not, “Half done, somewhat faithful servant.”
Or “What were you thinking?”
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