Can a child repay their parents
Countless diapers and food, Energy, time, and love, With allowance money accrued? They would not wish nor accept Such a laughable gesture. Save those pennies for another; They raise you with pleasure. As we would be forever in debt, So it is with our heavenly Father. He gave you life, talents, breath, Everything, including one another. He made everything, lacks nothing, And truly owns it all. What could we possibly give The One who created all? He made the elements and colors, The oceans, creatures, and hills. He gave us, if you or I dare to create, All of “our” materials, ideas, and skills. An artist recreates the landscapes They perceive with their eyes. Their sight and talent are gifts, The skies and trees likewise. A writer cannot fully express All that’s in their heart, But their God-given language and drive Impulses them to the art. Even this meager attempt, A prime display of ineptitude, Is done with love, Full of awe and gratitude. When a toddler fingerpaints A blob without form, but tries, Do their parents despise and judge the effort, Or hang it on the fridge with happy cries? Though there is nothing new Under this lovely sun, Sing to the Lord a new song For of you He only made one. Comments are closed.
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