Wednesday, November 16, 2016

A Present

I cannot offer you purity, nor grace,
I present to you the best of me,
not my eyes, not my voice,
not my arms, nor my mind.

I give the one and only thing...,
the love you gave me,
that sad afternoon
in the Calvary.

Receive my Lord,
this crazy, little love,
that is nothing but half
grain of sand, a piece of straw and
tear drop.

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