Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Oh, What Can I Give to an Infant So Small?

Oh, what can I give to an infant so small,
To a child meant for splendor of heaven's great halls?
The wise-men had incense and gold they could share,
Yet I am a poor man with naught to compare.

Oh, what can I give to an infant so small,
To a child laid to sleep in a grim cattle stall?
My words on the page, or the songs I could sing,
They're a weak and unsuitable tribute to bring.

Oh, what can I give to an infant so small,
To a child who would grow to be Savior of all?
Not even my heart is a gift to be made,
For a gift is no gift when the price has been paid.

So what shall I give to this infant so small,
Before whom all kingdoms and peoples will fall?
To heal broken hearts, oh, this little one came;
So with childlike compassion, I'll do just the same.

More writing by this author

Blogs on This Site