In presence of the multitude, <br />I have shown barring no gift, <br />For what hath I worth thy child...... <br /> <br />In glance of many gifts bestowen, <br />Frankensence, Muir, Silver, Gold, <br />For I posses nothing worth Lord...... <br /> <br />In tater clothes I bow Mother Mary, <br />And confess the birth of virgin son, <br />Yet words fall short of glory be..... <br /> <br />As thy man Joseph smiles upon, <br />Watching o'er thy babe Jesus, <br />I surrender in humilitance unto my lack..... <br /> <br />In moment chance hold thy hand, <br />of the child that taketh my place, <br />For this tiny babe shall wash me clean..... <br /> <br />In this childs eyes my saving grace, <br />In his fathers hand thy mercy proclaims......<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-christmas-gift/
