Your Gift

YOUR GIFT

You came, my friend, through
Darkness, bearing light.
I did not know you,
But I knew the voice
Of Him who sent you,
So I trusted you.

You did not judge me,
But called forth my best.
You opened your heart
That I, looking in,
Might see Spirit's fruit,
Sweet beyond sweetness.

Gently, you taught me
Love does not depend
On sight, sound or touch.
Your oil of caring
Poured into my soul.
I thanked God for you.

~Marilyn Gordon~

Nov.17, 1998

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