A WISHFUL GIFT

 
I wish that I could give a gift
Like the one God gave to me
To somehow humble myself
Be whatever I’m needed to be

Show compassion for the needy
Understanding for the forlorn
A shoulder for those to cry on
When their heart is ripped, torn

Be someone to always turn to
When they have no place to go
Have a pure, quiet confidence
With resolve and not for show

For, am I not an emissary
Of that gift God gave to me
To walk within his footsteps
And His love let others see

If I can become God’s gift
And minister to my fellow man
When God asks me, “Will You?”
I can honestly say, “Yes I Can”