What can I give a God what has it all?
As Christmas is here, I sit down to think
He won’t need socks, a bat or a ball
And certainly nothing all wrapped up in pink.
I think of all the gifts and the toys
On sale at the shops for all to see
Everything imaginable for girls and boys
But nothing so grand for a God such as He.
I look at my Christmas tree all glittering gold
And red and green with fairy lights
With as many decorations as it can hold
To lighten my days and brighten my nights
But I find no answers there as I take it all in
And so I gaze at the presents spread under the tree
And I see one is missing; the one for Him
My heart cries out, “What shall I get thee?”
I’ve searched every shelf, looked high and low
I’ve driven everywhere, from the north to the south
I’ve gone to every shop but have nothing to show
When I realize I can give God the words of my mouth.
For I remember some things that my Bible tells
About angels surrounding God’s mighty seat
Each holding a beautiful golden bowl
Filled with incense, smelling so sweet
It’s the prayers of the saints that fill those bowls
Prayers from people like you and me
The pleas of our hearts, the cries of our souls
And praise and worship from us to thee.
And as I remember the gift of His Son
Jesus of Nazareth, born on Christmas Day
Of His purpose in life, our freedom He won
I know what to give; I know what to say
I give Him my thanks and all of my praise
I have so much to tell Him, so much to give
I can bless His heart in so many ways
That’s what I can offer, and how I should live.
“And when he had taken it, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.”
“May my prayer be set before You like incense, may the lifting of my hands be like the evening sacrifice.”