The Gift Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

The Gift



His spirit is His special gift,
He gives to you and me.
When you receive and embrace it,
All His other gifts you'll see.

But you have to seek to find it,
You won't receive if you don't ask.
Then you will then see through spiritual eyes,
Not through your man made mask.

There are people in this world,
You may like or you may not.
Each have their gifts to offer
But God's gifts just can't be bought.

So often we seek man made gifts,
That benefit ourselves.
But once we get what we want,
We store it on our shelves.

And as they sit and gather dust,
We look for our next fix.
We take our eyes off the real prize,
It's one of Satan's greatest tricks.

So when your old, and your life is done,
Do you think that you will say?
I'm happy I made a life of wealth,
And pushed those I loved away.

So listen to this simple truth,
And see what life's about.
It will take a great leap of faith,
But you'll love how it turns out.

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Ryan Lee Morris

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St Catharines, Ontario, Canada
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