The Gift

Your love unwrapped me.
A shabby abandoned package.
Destitute.
Held together
With the string of hopelessness.
No one knew what was inside
Not even me.


Each day becoming more
Unattractive and irrelevant.
Soiled with compassionless disdain.
Showers of scorn and negativity
Soaking into my soul.
Oh, how many uncherished gifts
Lie forsaken in the mire!
Thrown aside by a world 
Craving only beauty
And perfection.


With desperate pleas
I cried out to You
And in that instant
You heard me.
Your hand plucked me
From the gutter


You looked at me through eyes of love,
Seeing all that others couldn't.
Gently, with caring whispers
of affirmation,
You unloosed my binding.
Undoing all my fears,
Anxiety
Unworthiness
Pain
And doubt.


You told me I was loved,
That I was beautiful.
Appreciated
Relevant
Unique
And best of all,
You told me
That I belonged to You.
That I was...

​A gift fit for a King.




                                                         ©Anne Macdonald