He That Gives

As I awoke rancorously Welcoming the first sprinkling of sunlight Paying attention to the dusk in the skylines The chirrup of the feathered creatures An a cappella to my ears I emit deeply from my lungs Amenable to a new day. Give me a moment to pay allegiance To the one that gives Life is a gift I heard And I ask If life is truly a gift A gift, given unconditionally Without any expectation Why then do you require appreciation If life is truly a gift What then is the big idea for which we are here If life is truly a gift Why then do we need to aggrandize He that gives? If life is truly a gift Why then do we have to obey the bidding of He that gives If life is truly a gift Why are we expected to love our neighbors as ourselves. If life truly is a gift From He that gives Aren't we a reflection of He that gives? Man gifts Permeated with motives Brimming over with expectations The reflection of He that gives Why then do we claim to give gifts. Without expectations.