Gift Poetry

The kingdom of God is A gift
It is not achieved by a list

Nor human effort or strain
Without merit or claim

Received by the Helpless
Life, for the Lifeless

Gates opened wide
No patrons inside

Only the meek and meager
The humble believers

Who took Christ at His Word
The Word that Became Flesh

That lived, breathed and died
For us to see and be triumphantly Freed

Who broke the chains of hell
To restore us, cleanse us, save us

So that, we might praise Him
We might pass the gift that’s been given

We can celebrate with the lost
We can talk about His Cost

And our gain.
A gift.