Here are some of my special treasures:
They are gifts from my grandchildren. When I see them, I think of me and my heavenly Father whom I aim to please with my heart-felt gifts, doing my best with what He’s given me to work with. I like to imagine Him smiling on me, pleased and delighted with my efforts and the love that goes into them. Does He proudly show them around to the angels?
Something for Thee
Savior, Thy dying love Thou gavest me,
Nor should I aught withhold, dear Lord, from Thee;
In love my soul would bow, my heart fulfill its vow,
Some off’ring bring Thee now, something for Thee.
O’er the blest mercy seat, pleading for me,
My feeble faith looks up, Jesus, to Thee:
Help me the cross to bear, Thy wondrous love declare,
Some song to raise, or prayer, something for Thee.
Give me a faithful heart—likeness to Thee,
That each departing day henceforth may see
Some work of love begun, some deed of kindness done,
Some wand’rer sought and won, something for Thee.
All that I am and have—Thy gifts so free—
In joy, in grief, through life, O Lord, for Thee!
And when Thy face I see, my ransomed soul shall be
Through all eternity, something for Thee.
By Sylvanus D. Phelps