I looked under the tree all decorated with lights and tinsel.
The glow lights up my face.
Under the tree is a gift for me!
And my name is on the tag!
It has been sitting there waiting for me to open it.
In fact, there are many gifts with my name written on it.
All I must do is to believe that someone remembers me.
All I must do is to believe that someone cares.
Do they know me? Do they know the real me?
If they did they would know that I have been naughty and nice.
How could I be worthy of so many gifts? The number seems to be growing.
There is one problem. I have yet to open the first one…
The glow lights up my face.
Under the tree is a gift for me!
And my name is on the tag!
It has been sitting there waiting for me to open it.
In fact, there are many gifts with my name written on it.
All I must do is to believe that someone remembers me.
All I must do is to believe that someone cares.
Do they know me? Do they know the real me?
If they did they would know that I have been naughty and nice.
How could I be worthy of so many gifts? The number seems to be growing.
There is one problem. I have yet to open the first one…
God has many gifts for me!
They all have my name signed by Him.
Why don’t I open them?
Is it that hard to believe that inside each gift is God’s best for me?
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