The Tale Of The Little Handmaid Poem by cheryl davis miller

You've heard the song of the Drummer Boy
and the gift he gave to the Lord.
Have you heard the tale of the little Handmaid
and the gift she could afford?

Many gave wealth and substance to
our Lord while He walked on earth.
The little Handmaid had nothing to bring
that she felt was of any worth.

Her mother taught her as a little child
to gather flowers of necessity.
That they could then sale in the market place
for she was born into poverty.

She had often beheld Jesus teaching
in the market; at the center of town.
Sometimes while gathering flowers
she would follow the crowd around.

She watched others minister to Him
like the lady with the alabaster box.
But all she ever had in her possession
was Periwinkle, Rose of Sharon, and Phlox.

One day the crowd suddenly turned on Him
and they nailed Him to a cross.
She wandered through the hills of Jerusalem
sadly weeping over her loss.

She watched as His loved ones took Him
to lay His sweet body away.
They scrambled to find cloth and burial balm
that dark and woeful day.

Then suddenly it occurred to her what she’d
gathered in the folds of her gown;
were exactly what was needed to tend to Him
to lay His sweet body down.

With tears of both joy and sorrow,
she ran to the Savior’s tomb;
as she sprinkled her blossoms upon His form
her gifts essence filled the room.

The reason I have put pen to paper
is to point something out to you;
you are special just like the Handmaid
and your gift is precious too.

c.d.m.2-27-10