There is a special gift we give,
with each kind word we say.
A special gift is received,
with each prayer we pray.
A special gift is shared,
in every passing hello.
A gift comes with every thought,
of the special ones we know.
Every blessing is given,
that it might be available to share.
And, In our doing so,
someone learns that Jesus cares.
At times we fail to realize,
the difference that we make,
when we share a portion of our lives,
without calling it a mistake
Someone needs to know,
that we gladly offer,
the love first given unto us,
by our Heavenly Father.
We will not always have,
the customary gratitude,
for sometimes the gift is not understood,
for another year or two
But . . . a special gift is missed
when we forget to smile
a special gift is longed for
when we don’t speak for a while
when we tell someone how we feel,
a trapped gift is set free
and I can not tell you just how much
the gift of YOU means to me
