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Wise Men

by John Janzen © 2019

What sort of gift befits a King
What gift will with His glory ring
What matchless, precious, priceless thing
Could one to the Lord Jesus bring

The brightest prize of earth grows dim
When near the shining eyes of Him
Who quite without reluctance grim
Left angel choir and seraphim

The glories of His throne on high
The presence of His Father nigh
To heed the restless, helpless cry
of earthly sinner, you and I

So what can any one bestow
That lets the King of Glory know
What is the proper way to show
the length or breadth that one would go

To demonstrate one’s gratitude
For being “in Him” blameless viewed
Express one’s heartfelt attitude
Or show commitment’s been renewed

The gift of time could be returned
Its not deserved it wasn’t earned
For kingdom use the candle burned
And not so frivolously spurned

Employ one’s talents for the Lord
The gifts He gave one can’t afford
To keep so selfishly adored
Yea, rather let it be outpoured

Be quick to bring your treasures too
The ones you thought you’d keep for you
the needs are great and not a few
His promise of the harvest true!

These gifts the Wise Men laid before
The keeper of the treasure store
And wise one too who will implore
The King for wisdom to give more

This poem won second place for the January 2019 poetry contest

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