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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