The Gift

The Gift

What fine gift shall I give to thee?
That thou canst cherish
Thine eyes doth see
Gold and trinkets I give thee not
For shallow gifts
Thou hast got
Tis worldly goods thou dost disdain
To seek instead
A deeper gain
Tis in my soul that thou shalt find
Tribute for thee
And repose of mind
In dutiful homage
On bended knee
Mine eyes cast down
I give to thee
Bounded body and shackled mind
Uncommon love
Thou wilt ne’er find
I pray thee Lord
as I bend low
In humble curtsey thou shalt know
Mine only gift to thee can be
My body and soul -
I give thee
Me