Gifts
Behold this Christmas morn so fair and bright,
Dispensing with the long and dark cold night.
Though presents may abound beneath the tree,
Do I appreciate the gift unseen?
Worth more than every ounce of gleaming gold,
A present that cannot be bought or sold.
To think that Father gave to me His Son!
Who gave His all that mercy might be won.
Because of Him salvation can be mine.
Oh what a precious, sacred gift divine.
May I remember all Christ's done for me,
As I unwrap these gifts beneath the tree.