The gift I send is love
you cant pack it in a box
or wrap it up and send it on a plane with a friend
1000 beads cant take its place
red, green and silver ribbon can’t outshine its beauty
it can’t be sealed in ziploc bags with a kiss
village children won’t make it in class
it can’t be hung on a tree
this kind of love was born in a manager
gave up all priviledge
scratchy hay against a baby’s skin
no kingly courts celebrated His arrival
He was despised, rejected
few heard the songs sung for Him
centuries cant outdistance the meaning
sacrifice became love
love became a free gift
it is what I send to my friends in Uganda this Christmas
and to you!
In October I started putting together a package of christmas gifts and crafts for 100 children. Love was placed in ziploc bags. A package went in luggage with a friend who went to Uganda in November. There was plenty of time for the children to receive their Christmas goodies. “The airlines regrets to tell you that your luggage was lost in transit.” I hope somewhere children are able to enjoy the crafts and gifts that were inside that lost luggage. The best gift is the love I can send to my Pawell, Lacor and Gulu family – each of you is precious and loved beyond measure by the King.
penned in moon dust 