The Gift Of Me Poem by Mcanthony Nwatu
The Gift Of Me
For his goodness and grace,
His favor and beatitude,
His open door policy and attitude,
Giving breakthrough of lofty altitude.
Ah! For his salvation,
How can we repay.
A sacrifice pleasing or fitting.
What is pleasing to him that is ‘please' itself.
What is fitting to him that gives nature fitting.
None but this chalice of salvation:
A sacrificial offering of our soul.
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