good gifts

You give me good gifts,

Things I don’t expect.

When I need them most,

When I have nothing left.

You use all my pain,

You use all my grief.

Somehow they turn,

Into something I need. 

When I’m at my lowest,

You’re close, you’re so near.

You find little ways,

To show me you care.

I love it so much,

I forget about the pain.

I don’t mind it when,

I know what I’ll gain.

It’s like being seen,

When nobody sees.

It’s like being heard,

When no one’s listening.

You give me strength,

When I only have weak.

You give me feelings,

When I am empty.

You give resilience,

When I’m down on my knees.

You give closeness,

When everyone leaves.

You give me peace,

When I’ve anxiety.

You give me fight,

When I can’t achieve.

You give me life,

When my lungs cannot breathe.

You are my hope,

And hope is everything.

Your gifts are so good,

But they’re not the best part.

The best part is getting,

A glimpse of your heart.

Sometimes I can’t see,

Because of the fall.

The gift of seeing you,

Is the best gift of all.