The Gift of You

My wrappings are tattered,
my toys are all broken,
my mind is darkened with
words I have spoken;
"I'm ugly, I'm stupid,
I'm below, not above,
a prodigal son, not worthy
Love."

I fall on my knees,
downed by Sorrow and Darkness,
in fetal position, bound
in a harness.
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But then comes a breeze,
quiet, soft,
not with Clatter,
a powerful Word,
sent to settle the Matter:

"Precious are You,
Gift from God,
unique, special,
not common, but..odd.

Filled with His Promises,
created for His good,
despite your location,
from the "Hills" or "the hood."

He doesn't care
about your "wrappings,"
your "toys" or
your status,
if those things mattered,
He wouldn't have sent His son,
gratis.

The Gift of You,
is not about feelings,
the incidentals of your
life; your joys, sorrows,
inner healings.

The Gift of You,
is the Love of Him,
embodied in you,
carried in your skin.

The Gift of You,
is a unique expression,
an articulation of His Love,
an awesome confession.

Remember You are The Gift,
this Christmas Season,
and "why His Son was sent?"
to remind You...
that's the reason.
 

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