My mother and father were minsters and comforted many people during their lives. I am so grateful for my parents and their giving spirits. I found an old poem my mother gave to her church one Christmas, and I offer it to you this year. Marian wrote this poem for the church congregation and sent it out as a holiday gift with Bob.
The Christmas gift I would give to you
Are costly and precious, ancient but new.
They’re wrapped not with paper, tinsel or string,
But they glitter and sparkle and great happiness bring.
They’re sealed and they’re signed by God in the sky,
Sent special delivery by angels on high.
These gifts are surprises to most of mankind,
Multitudes seek them, but never to find.
God showed me His storehouse of gifts one day,
And said unto me, “Just give them away.”
But most folks won’t take them, they cannot believe
They’re free for the taking and will not receive.
JOY IS GOD’S GIFT, a state of the soul
More precious than diamonds, silver or gold.
PEACE IS GOD’S GIFT, sought since time began,
But it has eluded the wisest of men.
LOVE, GOD’S MOST MARVELOUS GIFT, I believe,
For the more that you give it, the more you receive.
There is health, and wealth, and gifts galore
I’ve named a few, there’s many more.
He alone knows just what we are needing,
And always in all ways, God’s guiding and leading.
If we accept the gifts of His love,
We’ll be showered with blessings from God up above.
God’s gifts are free, if we believe
With eyes of faith we must receive.
But do not put undying trust
In what you see with your eyes of dust.
For the best gifts in life are truly free,
Just reach out and take them and you will see.
© Marian E. Blake
For our holiday gift to all, my son and I are putting my mother’s poetry online for all to read and enjoy in her own words with audio and videos we collected. Simply go to the website, AHouseInsideofMe.com
Her paperback book and Kindle versions are available on Amazon.com as well as an iBook from Apple Books. The title is, A House Inside of Me: Poetry by Marian Elsie Blake (2013) by Mary Blake Huer.
With gratitude I share my mother’s wisdom and love with you. Blessings!