"What Can I Bring?"
I have looked inside myself
And I do not like what I see.
How is it that you, my Lord,
can find a place of use for me?
I have found no worthwhile thing
No treasure to present my King
No myrrh, no frankincense or gold
No merit pleasing to behold.
Broken and in deep despair
I, to my knees, fall down.
Before his throne, I cry to him
My glorious King with radiant crown.
"Lord, I've looked inside my heart,
I just can't find those fruits of love."
But then my merciful Lord explained,
"These gifts come only from above."
If I was clean all by myself,
I might not need my King.
So, when I must present myself
I trust He'll give me what to bring.