Janet Mary Zylstra

Rookie - 316 Points (1963 / London, England)

The Gift - Poem by Janet Mary Zylstra

I thought to bring gold to my Maker
So I piled it up in my hands,
But I slipped on my way to the altar
And the gold fell and mixed with the sand.

I thought to bring gifts to my Master,
So I loaded them into a sack,
But the weight that I bore on my shoulder
Eventually crippled my back.

So I crept to the feet of my Saviour
Bringing only myself and my shame,
Yet He raised me with love and with gladness
And gave me Himself and His Name.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 9, 2004

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