The Gifts

I will give to you, Lord, of my gold,

The possessions that I have known

Though all I hold precious comes from your hand

You’ll be my true treasure alone.

I will bring to you my frankencense

Smell this incense of worship, my Lord

As a sweet smelling sacrifice

My life in love will be outpoured…

For as all good gifts come down from above

By the Fathe r of Lights we are blessed

He gives His all so we might live in His love

And we will be wise men if we give Him our best.

I will offer my gift of pure myrhh

For like myrhh my life will be crushed

A daily death dying to self and to pride

I will honor you with all my trust

For as all good gifts come down from above

By the Father of Lights we are blessed

He gives His all so we might live in His love

And we will be wise men if we give Him our best.

Anthony Foster

December 25, 2003