I have received so many gifts,
But one of them was new.
The others were covered in paper,
Some of green, red and blue.
One stood out amongst them all,
It was adorned in a way not known.
It shinned like diamonds,
It glowed as if the sun.
It was a gift that God had given,
From His Father and the Son.
I quickly took it too one side,
Unwrapping slowly to see.
But I noticed there was writting on the wrapper,
'You Need Not Open To Be'
This gift was given to you my dear,
For all mankind to hold.
Inside us all is My gift to you,
It is more precious then silver or gold.
The gifts of life, the gifts of love, and joy,
From your Father God above.
The other gifts looked as nothing now,
For they one day all will disapear.
Of their earthly value we seem to place on them,
Given only that moment of cheer.
So I'll keep this one if you don't, mind,
It is God's special gift to me.
And will remember His words there written,
'You Need Not Open To Be'
Linda Winchell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/special-gift-4/
