Week 3: The Gift

In that humble place
Mysterious men from the East
Lay down their gifts
At his feet:

Gold for the King

Frankincense for the anointed One

Myrrh for Him who would die for humanity.

I don’t think anyone in that room

Fully understood
The meaning of those gifts
            Or all they foreshadowed.
How could they?
But they didn’t have to comprehend
In order to give.
Just believe.

In this humble heart

I try to comprehend the mystery
Of this gift of grace.
            I am a child of the King.
            I am anointed to serve.
            I will live forever.
I struggle to embrace
The full meaning of this
Indescribable gift.
But I don’t have to understand
In order to receive.
Just believe.