A Gift

Oh, Lord, can't things just be right?

I know they are in Your eyes:

I attempt to trust,

But the broken lie

The humble boast,

And the living die.

Yours is the bow

In which I tie

The present I

Could never buy

A gift to give

Not even mine

A heart of water

Turned to wine

My Christmas list,

A joke I find,

What could I ask?

But I in Thine...