The Giver is the Gift

My sister lives in a place of striking beauty, with soaring mountains and breathtaking sunrises and sunsets. She recently wrote this after opening her door one morning and witnessing the handiwork of God.

I open up the door -

A tapestry of purple, orange and red,

A visible reminder

Of the glory of the day that lies ahead -

A lovely gift.

He calls me to His side,

To hear His whisperings of love and grace.

I’m grounded by His goodness,

And find comfort by small glimpses of His face -

A perfect gift.

I see Him in my day,

Through care that is exchanged with those I love -

The blessing of the Giver,

Who finds pleasure as He pours out from above,

His perfect gifts.

I see Him as He moves,

To order every detail of my way

And work things all together

In His time, and for His purposes each day.

Another gift.

I cannot see ahead,

But trust His Shepherd Hand to ever lead.

He promised to be with me,

And to bring me to that place where I will see,

His greatest gifts.

And so I walk with Him,

Aware of all His goodness shown to me.

So grateful for each treasure;

The breath He gives and eyes to finally see,

He is the Gift.

~ Lisa Eliason

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