The Unchanging Gift #1882

The Unchanging Gift Every good and perfect gift descends, From the heavens, from the Father's hands, The Father of lights, who never bends, Steadfast in grace, where love commands. Unlike the shadows that shift and sway, His nature remains, forever bright, Guiding us through night to day, With unchanging love, a constant light. Compassion’s cry, a radical stand, Against the norm of accepted pain, To heal the wounds, to lend a hand, Declaring hurt as an unjust chain. We do not live by what we own, But by the promises brightly sown, In fields of faith, where hope has grown, Trusting in what God has shown. Treasures of earth may come and go, But His promises forever stay, In the heart’s eternal glow, Guiding us along the way. In this divine and sacred dance, We find our place, our true romance, With hearts of compassion, eyes of faith, Living by promises, embracing His grace. Every gift, a testament, To the Father’s unchanging light, A beacon of love, forever sent, Shining through the darkest night. -Steven G. Lee (June 21, 2024)