God’s Little Gifts

The little gifts that touch me so,
Though not another soul may know,
Sent from my Father up above
Reveal to me His tender love.

Though He is great – transcending all –
He stoops to hear my every call.
Before I ask, He knows my plea
And foreordains sweet gifts for me.

He loves to grant my least request,
Yet does not give what is not best.
I could not think up on my own
The gifts He sends me from His throne.

He cares about the little things,
Glad in the joy each blessing brings;
And often He has made me smile
With blessings in the midst of trial.

Each token of my Father’s love
Reminds me of His home above;
His kindness as He answers prayer
Reveals His tenderness and care.

Christina Joy Hommes