For the wages of sin
Jesus does not send perfume,
To linger in the air;
Instead He sends salvation sweet,
To show how much He cares.
He doesn't bring me candy hearts,
In boxes of delight;
Instead He always lets me know
I'm precious in His sight.
He doesn't send out pretty cards,
Trimmed in shades of red;
Instead He gave His life for me,
His precious blood was shed.
He doesn't hand out fancy gifts,
Like we would send to mother;
Instead He sends a message clear,
To always love each other.
He doesn't give me teddy bears,
That whimper, please be mine;
Instead He gave His heart to me -
I wear it all the time.
He doesn't give me roses, pink,
For all the world to see;
Instead He gave eternal life.
That's good enough for me!
~ © 2003 by Marilyn Ferguson; all rights reserved ~
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