The Gift

The artist is nothing without the Gift,
no portrait would ever be so grand
all the colors would run together
without the touch of the Master's hand.

The musician is nothing without the Gift,
no melody would ever be sung or played
the notes would lie alone on the sheet
without the Creator's support and aid.

The poet is nothing without the Gift,
no poem would ever come alive
the rhyme would be dull and lifeless
without the Word to help it to survive.

The architect is nothing without the Gift,
no bridge would ever cross the span
the connection would not bear up
without putting Salvation in His plan.

There is no talent without the Gift,
no one would be able to vie or compete
our abilities would lie unfinished
Ah, but the Gift makes us complete!

This poem was a finalist in the June 2011 poetry contest