The Gift

This is not a gift

With golden bow

Sitting beneath

The old pine tree,

Wrapped with paper,

Sealed with tape

And only just for me.

This is not a gift

Made with hands

Which moth 

and rust destroy. 

A jewellery piece;

Clothes of wool;

A child's most favoured toy.

This is not a gift

To be forgot':

Hidden away

From all to see.

Unwanted game, 
Disliked perfume,
From under the Christmas tree 

He is God's Gift: 

Incarnate,

In a manger laid.

Wrapped in swaddling

Bands of cloth

To the world -

He gave

He is God's gift
Not made with hands!
No man can e'er destroy.
The King of glory
Came to save
Man, woman, 
Girl and boy. 
.

He is the greatest gift from God!
A Redeemer 
from on high.
King of angels; 
devils, men -
To Jesus 
sinners fly.

One day the Greatest Gift for man
Will return with trumpet blast.
Surrounded by His heavenly host
The King will return 
 At Last!

© Carolyn Davison 4th December 2017