I Have No Gifts (poem)

I have no riches, I have no fame

I have no voice, I can not sing

There’s no instrument I can play
I have no gifts fit for a King
I’m just an empty jar of clay

I have no incense, myrrh, or gold
Like the wise men of old
Costly perfume have I none
For God's only Begotten Son

Just a willing vessel before you I stand
With only my heart in my hands
And as I kneel here at Your feet
In my heart, for you, I'll sing
And I’ll forever praise Your name

I have one desire, only one plea
Please don’t ever take your Holy Spirit away from me

And if you can use this old wore out broken piece of clay
I stand here before you ready, use me today

In His love,

Elizabeth