Gifts from a Child

By Brierly Ashour

O Holy Jesus, gentle King,

I have no gold that I can bring—

No velvet tapestry, no fur,

No frankincense, no precious myrrh.

A song of praise each Christmastide,

A heart where love and faith abide,

These are the gifts I offer Thee;

Accept them now, dear Lord, from me.

Illustrated by Dick Brown