The Gift

I received a gift from a stranger,
A stranger I did not know
I had heard his name before,
But just in passing, so I let it go

I did not think it was a gift,
But rather a terrible burden
They said it was nothing I wanted,
Of this they were certain

I was told it was something bad,
And more then I could bare
No one mentioned it was precious,
It was as if they didn’t care

I sent the gift back to the stranger,
Where it came from up above
If only I had met him sooner,
I would have seen the gift was made with love

Instead I treated the gift like it was nothing,
I quickly sent it back
They told me I did the right thing,
But they left out an important fact

See the gift was made just for me by a stranger,
And God was his name
I had never even noticed him.
Yet he loved me just the same

He had created that precious gift,
Each piece he made by hand to my surprise
And yet I didn’t even see it,
My life was based on lies

When I found out what the gift contained,
And realized I had thrown it away
I believed I would always suffer,
And be punished everyday

But to my disbelief, that stranger
Who I had ignored and turned away
Created three more gifts for me
And sent them all my way

I begged for his forgiveness,
I prayed and felt his love
I wondered what had become of the first gift
Sent from above

I later learned the gift would remain
With our loving God and then
I would meet my baby in heaven,
And receive the gift again

I have no fear that I will not know
Which gift was meant for me
So many have been thrown away,
But mine I will surely see

For I have dreamed of my little boy
Whose eyes were big and bright
I will run right over to him,
And know him at first sight

I will say “Mommy loves you!”
I know that is how I’ll start
Then I will thank God for taking care of my baby
While we were so far apart

If I could just help one person,
See their gift contains such love
And that the life inside that little gift,
Came from God above

It would honor my precious baby,
Whose life was lost to a lie
It would stop the suffering of another child
And a mother who would otherwise be too scared to try