In reality, these were hardly words and mostly just raw emotion. I was overwhelmed. I was so thankful.
Tonight as we were singing some familiar Christmas carols, I was struck with a line in one of the songs... "so bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, come peasant, king to own Him" (from What Child is This?). As I sang these words, I had this unexpected, deep, almost-groaning-desire well up within me and my soul whispered a prayer... Oh! Jesus, if only I had gold.
Oh! Jesus if only I had gold. I would lay it down. I would lay it at your feet.
I was overwhelmed tonight with the thought of This extravagant gift. Jesus. "a son given" (Isaiah 9:6)
Jesus. Given. And, my heart was washed with a sense of awe and an "Oh! my goodness!" that was beyond words.
What can I lay down tonight in response to This Amazing Gift--- Jesus, my brother? My friend. My loving and grace-filled Savior. My redeemer. My everything! How can I say thank you? Words fail me.
I could lay down this extravagant Christmas gift given to me last week. Yes! Absolutely, in a heart beat. I lay it down. But, really, it would be just pittance. Pittance.
What can I lay down, Lord Jesus? I will bring it... I will lay it at your feet!
What is my gold? What is my incense and my myrrh?
There is only a deep, welling desire to worship.
Oh how I wish I had gold!
"Haste! Haste to bring Him laud..."