There are gifts of many treasures,
For both the young and old,
From the tiniest little trinkets
To great boxes filled with gold.
But put them all together,
And, they could not stand in lieu,
Of the greatest gift of all,
The gift of knowing You.
When your times are filled with troubles,
Sadness, grief or even doubt,
When all those things you planned on
Just aren't turning out.
Just turn and look behind you
From the place at which you stand,
And look for me through shadows,
And reach out for my hand.
I will lift from you your burden,
And cry for your tears,
Bear the pain of all your sorrows
Though it may be for a thousand years.
For in the end I would be happy
To have helped you start anew,
It's a small price to pay
For the gift of knowing You.
This poem was mailed to me by my daughter and fortunately its my 100th post on this blog.