The Gifts That Keep On Giving
They have little to call their own;
yet their God’s stays right by their side.
We have plenty, nothing missing,
but parent strings have been untied.
Apron strings, the cords that bind us
to a sense of being needed.
Quite in secret on occasion
our daughter’s fields we have seeded.
A twenty left in coat or purse;
sizable check sent in a card.
Unsigned of course, but Jesus knows
their lives will not be quite so hard.
One surprise we devised to sneak
underneath their Christmas tree -
a substantial voucher from Walmart
for getting gas or groceries.
We were amazed on Christmas day
what we gave was now complete -
a generous gift card for Kroger's
we found taped to our car's front seat.
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