Gift Giving

Divine Revelation

I approach your manger,


with nothing to offer you.


No gold, frankincense, nor myrrh

to lay at your feet,

only scarred knees.


I bow down before you,

Baby Jesus, my King

the child who saved me.


You did not expect

anything from me,

instead offering yourself.


I approach your throne,

fully forgiven,

because of your gift.


I fall on the ground,

presenting my life

in worship to you. 

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