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.

He 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 that troubled my weary soul-
He gave me hope and happiness, and made my body whole.

I gave Him all my doubts and fears, the things that stood in the way
Of my daily service in His name - He made them go away.

I offered Him my feeble voice, to sing His praise in song-
He filled my heart with a melody, that will last my whole life long.

I offered Him my hands to serve, to help out those in need,
He gave me the talent to use these tools, so that I would succeed.

I gave Him my life completely, to show His light in a world of night,
He gave me a wonderful testimony, a way to share His light.

I offered Him my eyes to see all that they could take in-
He showed to me a world of fear, unhappiness and sin.

For every gift I gave to Him, He handed it back to me
Instructions for their uses - endless possibilities.

To reach a world that needs to find the Savior that I found,
So on and on, I serve, for to Him in love I'm bound.

[ Beth Fisher -- from 'Guidewords' ]