Every Gift Was Handed Back
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...