A Little Word: Offering

Not gold, or silver

rams or lambs.

You ask not of grain

or oil or herbs.

You ask of an offering

but, what can I bring to you?

Me, a mere slave, I have nothing

at least nothing more to offer than this…

I hold out my hands giving you full permission

to have all of me.

This I give–my whole heart, broken and contrite.

And with it this song,

a sweet melody from my lips to you.

May they be worthy to you.

May I be worthy of thee.