THE GIFT GIVER

You gave me eyes
and I in innocence
sought to look upon the giver.
You gave me ears 
yet made no sound
that they may hear.

These hands You gave me
touch and feel,
soothe, create,
form, build and grow.

You gave me life,
opened the world
to let me see and hear,
go and come,
learn and discover.

You are not a dream,
not a song sung in the dark.
You are love
and I know You.

			Lucille Murphy